Patiently, she waits some more.

At least it means someone is there, thinks Camille to herself.

She lets out a loud sigh and moves towards the glass tables in front of the reception.
After one last look around she sits on a chair, facing the counter.

"It's about time ..." She muttes when after almost ten minutes a tall figure emerges from the dark hallway,

"Good morning, Madam. How may i help you? Are you wainting for someone?" Says the beared man in a perfect french.

"Good morning, yes ... i'd like you to point me to a shop."Aswers Camille moving close to the counter.
She would have wanted to complain for having to wait all this time, but preferred to overlook it since she would proably have to ask the man a favour or two ...

"A shop, Madam? Do you have a preference or any kind would suffice?" Asks the man trying her best to hide his curiosity.

"I'd like to buy some ... clothes." She replies thinking that mentioning her desire to buy lingerie could have offended him.

"Oh I see ... Very well. If i may ... judging on your wardrobe, for what i have seen since you and your husband got here, there aren't many places around here that sells clothes suitable to your taste, i'm afraid."

Camille frowns.
Somehow the fact that the man has just admitted to have watched her since she got here makes her feel akward.

"My taste?" She asks unable to hide her discomfort.

"Yes, yes, i'm sorry, i didn't mean to embarass you, Madame. You see, we i get to see many people, many women ... beautiful women, like yourself, and part of my job is to understand and fulfill out customers desires, sometimes even before they speak ... "Replies the man lowering his tone and leaning over to her in a complicit way.

"... i just meant, you seem to have a very refined taste in matter of clothes. Even to a profane like myself, it's obvious you like branded fine clothes ... Chanel ... Gucci..." Continues the man smiling.

"I'm afraid that you'll have to get to Algiers for that kind of clothes. We've got nothing like that here." He concludes shrugging.

"But you do have a place that sells clothes around here?" Asks Camille taken off guard.

She can't decide if she's more irritated by the fact that the man didn't give her the answer she wanted or that he presumed to know her.

"Ehrm ... yes, but of course, Madam." Replies the man withdrawing again behind the counter.

"There is a small town northside along the coast where we buy part of our groceries and other various things ... but i wouldn't reccommend it to you ... you would proably just waste your time." He continues hesitantly with the same fixed smile.

Camille stares at the man, sliently considering her options.

If she wants to reach Algiers she will proably have to ask for a taxi, which would erode her already thin budget.
Besides no one assures her that she would find something worth her money, as she imagines that the shops there are proably filled with outdated and overpricied stuff, sold to gullible locals as the latest fashion.

On the other hand, finding something nice in the near town seems very unlikely, but for proably just a few euros it could be maybe worth a try.