
Every single person is wearing long, dark and even tight jeans in this 32º weather. At this rate I’ll be wearing shorts until Christmas.
In my short tenure here in Bordeaux (technically only about three days, as I ran off for the weekend), I’ve discovered that there are two constants about living in Bordeaux in August: the heat and the mosquitos! The weather has been above 30º every day so far, and the humidity is on par with New York and Toronto at their worst. Air conditioning, however, does not appear to be the norm, so shorts and sundresses, along with mid-day costume changes, are my uniform for the foreseeable future.
This makes me stick out from the French like a sore thumb, as THEY all seem to have missed the memo that it is hot and sticky as…heck… and traipse (yes, traipse. Gallivant, even.) about town in skinny dark jeans and long sleeves. Maybe they don’t sweat? They look cool as cucumbers, and I am insanely jealous. Just the thought of putting jeans on prompts another costume change. Read More