My favourite pair of shorts have died and it’s still 30C outside. It’s late September but it never really gets cold here. I’ll be able to replace them with similar no problem. Right?
Autumn is officially here. It doesn’t matter if it’s as hot as summer in other parts of Europe and it will stay that way until Christmas. It doesn’t matter that even then the temps don’t drop much below 20C through our ‘depths’ of winter – Jan to mid March.
Nope, here fashion dictates what you wear no matter what the weather is doing. The shops are full of jumpers, coats, woolly gloves and bobble hats.
If I wear a thick jacket twice in a year it’s been an unusually cold year. When I walk in the hills in January, within minutes I’m down to a tee-shirt.
The ‘proper’ locals haven’t quite taken up the autumn fashion yet, it is far too hot even for them. But as September morphs into October and beyond they will.
Visitors will walk the streets in tee-shirts and shorts, passing locals in thick tights, knee-length boots and sloppy jumpers. It’s difficult to know who looks oddest.
We occupy a world that lies somewhere in-between. By November I’ll have switched back to long trousers but the short sleeves will remain.
For now I want to wear shorts. I want to wear shorts like the pair that have just died. But I can’t. No more shorts until the spring and summer fashions for 2015 hit the shops.
I also wanted a new pair of espadrilles. I can forget that for a few months.