It would be the “French fashion” that I had once heard my sister Carmen discuss with my mother. They had said that French women were the most elegant.
Now that I was watching them go by, I realized something. The colors of their clothes were different from the dresses I was used to seeing on the girls I knew.
It was as if the palette of colors was wider here, and they had many little flowers on their clothes, and very funny hats on their heads.
I was taking a good look, because as soon as she’d found out about the trip I was planning to make, my sister told me:
“Now that you’re lucky enough to go to France, take a proper look at how the French women are dressed and tell me about it. Don’t come to me when you get back and tell me that you didn’t notice how they dressed.”
I will try not
