Fresh off the news: Western Europe is in the throes of a ‘heat-wave’
At most places in the world, this would lead to people scuttling into their houses and turning on air-conditioning at full blast. Here, a hot summer is so uncommon (and thereby highly coveted) that everybody (and their dog) is out on the roads. There are BBQ pits and picnic hampers everywhere, sunbathers as far as the eye can see – no park or terrace has been left unscathed.
Never ones to be left behind, we decided to indulge in a bit of summer action when we visited France last week. We dropped by at a local boulangerie (bakery), packed ourselves a picnic, and plonked ourselves in the nearest park. A couple of handcrafted baguettes, gooey macraons, and crumbly pastries later, we were engulfed by that luscious summer stupor – that inactive, languorous idleness that makes hot days very special indeed.
Such days remind me of one of my favourite Keats poems A Party of Lovers:
Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes
Nibble their toast and cool their tea with sighs:
Or else forget the purpose of the night
Forget their tea, forget their night
A splendid summer afternoon called for light-weight separates in contrasting hues. I’m wearing a white and blue skater style dress with a red linen jacket. This jacket is a laid-back wardrobe staple, perfect for adding a pop of colour. I liked to think of the zig-zag print of the dress as a modern take on classic French breton stripes.
I added bright red ballerina flats, a straw boater hat, and a golden satchel to lend a Parisian edge to the outfit. Did you notice my cat and scrabble rings? I’ve had the latter for ages. It cost next to nothing, but I seem to wear it all the time 🙂
Cat Ring: River Island
Scrabble Ring: Ebay (available here)
Shoes: New Look (similar available here)