We are leaving matters of French fashion taste to those who specialize in it. But something caught my eye over the past few months: Men wearing orange pants.
All the way back in winter, we were having lunch at a tiny restaurant in the center of Carcassonne and here comes the owner, in orange pants. Then a diner entered, in orange pants. And another one. What?
I started seeing men in orange pants everywhere, in shades ranging from a washed-out burnt orange to vivid tangerine and almost red. These pictures were taken on two different days, once in April and then last Saturday, at the market in Carcassonne.
There also were more women in orange pants.
The one that got away: a woman in lavender, head to toe. A flowing shirt or jacket over a top, pants, socks, sandals (yes both), necklace of chunky beads, glasses–all lavender. And the best part: her hair, in a sort of David Bowie cut, also tinted lavender. I marveled at her commitment to one color. I fumbled for my camera, but she was swallowed up by the crowd before I could get off a shot, and I was too weighed down by vegetables to run after her.