Sunny days without shorts: Ode to Paris
I nod my head to the myriad of questions that one should consider when traveling abroad. What to wear to that party at home is nothing compared to the probing, even self-sacrificial questions one must ask oneself when dressing in a foreign country. Wear flip flops on an outing in some countries and you might as well drop through the floor.
Shorts to the Vatican? You silly, silly tourist!
I remember wearing shorts on one particularly warm day in Paris. It was several summers ago in 2004. As I scanned the Saint Germain streets during my outing and as I turned the corner of the Jardin du Luxembourg, I grew increasingly aware of the fact that everyone had something on - pants, a skirt - that landed somewhere between the ankle and the lower calf. Since that day, I banned all but a few pairs of shorts from my wardrobe, and those that I spared function as a cultural appreciation souvenir.
Shorts to the Vatican? You silly, silly tourist!
I remember wearing shorts on one particularly warm day in Paris. It was several summers ago in 2004. As I scanned the Saint Germain streets during my outing and as I turned the corner of the Jardin du Luxembourg, I grew increasingly aware of the fact that everyone had something on - pants, a skirt - that landed somewhere between the ankle and the lower calf. Since that day, I banned all but a few pairs of shorts from my wardrobe, and those that I spared function as a cultural appreciation souvenir.
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