White. Flares. Is there any doubt that I love the 70’s? I always take a pair of white pants if I’m somewhere that guarantees warmth also here. They’re by M&S from about 6 years ago – when the place still sold decent womenswear. I didn’t take the white Prada wedges this time due to limited luggage space. Anyway I really loved wearing it with a Theory navy silk shirt for the first time. They have to be as long as possible to offset how short my legs are and the hem just about clears the floor in my low Marni heels. We took a walk around the grounds of the hotel. The grounds were lovely and such a joy to behold in itself. I’m not sure if these are oranges or what? Plenty of olive trees by the pool. This was my favourite spot.A close up of the pale blue flowers.Après swim 🙂 The roof of the terrace. Changed out of the flares to go into the town. I didn’t fancy the hem being in close proximity to the floor out and about. Trying on some traditional shoes for Tween.
The place was large enough to get lost in since there were many stalls that sell exactly the same things. View from our taxi. I have to tell you, our taxi driver who we managed to engage for our entire stay, was so stylish! He wasn’t young but boy he looked smart at any hour of the day or night. Traffic and other police wore the same style of uniform as in France. And so we left with feelings of comforting familiarity yet so many special differences!
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