If you’ve ever dreamed of being a fashion leader, come on down to rural southwest France. There’s not a lot of what I’d call haute couture happening.
Not that I’m complaining. People are relaxed, they look good, they look happy. It’s just that it will take a little while for a city guy to adjust to being quite so casual, all the time. If you go out to dinner at a very nice restaurant, it’s almost certain that you’ll be the only one in a jacket (and you wouldn’t even think of a tie). The next time you forgo the jacket, but wear nice slacks. Everyone else will be in jeans. Someone will be in shorts.
Of course it’s summer now, so things will change when the cooler weather arrives. By October, the shorts will pretty much be a thing of the past.
On the plus side, I figure the amount I’ve budgeted for clothing annually should actually last about four and a half years. Now I just have to figure out what to do with my suits that are being shipped across the Atlantic. Oh, and the tux.
What about the kilt?
I can see wearing the kilt, and in fact the whole Scottish outfit, at the St. Andrew’s Ball in Paris. Probably not so much around Daglan.