Several weekends ago, I was in Chinatown with the bf buying a roasted duck. I was carrying my 35 CM, Rouge VIF, Gold Hardware, in Chevre. Hey, you got it, use it, right? Two elderly ladies tapped me on the shoulder (both in their 50s, white), "Excuse me, excuse me?" I turned my attention to them. I thought they had a question regarding the exotic BBQ meats we were surrounded by. "Where did you get that bag?" They pointed to my birkin. I was taken back by their question. Anyone who recognizes a birkin would know that only Hermes has it. What's their deal? "It's from Hermes." I answered politedly, albeit reluctantly. After a long pause, one of them replied, "Oh.... so it's real." She sounded disappointed. I think I must've blanked out for the next few seconds. Because by the time I regained my vision, they were gone and bf couldn't stop himself from laughing. According to him, I jerked forward and blurted out uncontrollably, "Of course, it's real!" As I walked away from New World China Restaurant, I looked to the left of me, and then to the right of me, noting that Canal Street has long established itself as the official home of the fakes. No wonder those two ladies wanted to know which underground shop I got my real-looking "fake" birkin.