We went to the one recommended by the school, which was about 10 blocks away from our apartment. The walk back with books and notebooks was not fun.
People who knew better had called in their list and just showed up to collect their supplies. Instead, we handed the list we got from the school to one of the store clerks and waited while he found the various products for us. And then he pointed us to those articles where we had a choice, such as the pencil cases, of which each student needs two (my friend Richard asked why two pencil cases, and the answer is simple: it's the French way; some things go in one and some in the other. C'est normal.)
