After that long and word-heavy post in which I rambled along Rue Ste Catherine, I thought you might like some photos and a chance to see whether our garb marks us as tourists. Of course, the camera is a dead giveaway, but otherwise, here's a peek at how the packing has paid off, so you can judge for yourself
Here I am in front of Bordeaux's iconic reflecting pool, its magnificent architectural heritage on display in ithe background. Looking at this photo, I recognize that the straps of my bag need to be lengthened to wear cross-body so that it doesn't look quite so odd. I bought the bag (M0851) just before leaving for France, and I love it. Light but capacious enough for a day out. I'm wearing it here with my Bompard navy cashmere v-neck, JBrand skinnies, Fluevog loafers that are really taking a beating on French streets, in Bordeaux rain, and an inexpensive cotton knit cardi-cum-blazer I picked up here. . . Trés décontracté . . . (And it was cool enough that I tied my hermès scarf round my neck for comfort)
same jacket, similar temperature a few days later. . .Crea linen asymmetrical wide-legged culottes with Gap t-shirt, Club Monaco scarf, same Fluevog loafers and same bag. My hair gets crazier by the day,
And although I rarely feature him here, I must say that Pater, without trying (quite the opposite, in fact) seems to achieve a rather European je ne sais quoi fashion-wise. Probably because if and when he lets me gift him or talk him into buying something of some quality, like the Hugo Boss wool cardigan or the m0851 bag he wears here, he then wears said items for Quite. Some. Time. In other words, he follows a number of those rules I can't quite manage to stick to. His natural frugality means he edits stringently. He wears decent quality garments until they gain some authenticity or integrity or something like that in the wearing. And he always keeps it simple. But I managed to talk him into trying a pair of Levi's chinos in a just-bold-enough colour. Here he is at the top of Rue Ste Catherine, looking good .. .
By the way, isn't the background of the middle photo above a wonderful study in what age can offer a beautiful structure. To me, the indelible marks the years have carved and scratched and painted on the stone and metalwork multiply the architecture's appeal infinitely. Not sure I will claim the same for myself, but it's worth thinking about, no?
We're heading out Wednesday morning for the week of my painting course in a tiny rural village in the Lot. Apparently, there may be some Internet access, but it's most likely going to be borrowing computer time to check emails rather than having Wifi. Perhaps that will be a welcome change; perhaps I'll experience painful blog withdrawal. Whichever the case, you know I'll check in with you as soon as I can. Meanwhile, talk amongst yourselves. . . .I do love your comments . . .