A post in honor of Keith over at A Taste of Garlic who gave my blog a wonderful review today. He did say I was missing a lingerie post, so here’s my version of one. Thanks, Keith!
It’s shaping up to be quite a week. I’m not sure if it’s because spring’s coming (it’s sunny, but still freezing!), but there’s a little friskiness in the air.
On the same day that I stumbled upon my interesting discovery at the library, Jerome also had a surprise as he walked back from his atelier (Jerome’s a metalsmith). Scene? Broad daylight, Rue de Pyrénées, a woman wearing no pants.
To be fair, he said, she was wearing pantyhouse and her underwear matched (both black, of course). They were not winter tights, however, but rather the thin, gauzy type that are nearly transparent.
Forgiving him for looking so closely (who wouldn’t?) I pressed for details. No pants? And no skirt, either? No, just the nylons, he insisted.
Was she wearing a coat? Yes, but a short and tiny one.
She must have been really cold, we agreed.
To make the scene even more surreal, the woman was walking in the 20th, in a part of the neighborhood with a large Muslim population. It’s common to see women wearing a chador here. Quite a decalage.
“Is it even legal not to wear pants?” Jerome wondered. Nevermind the burqa debate in France, what about no bottoms?
The funniest part he said, was that the woman looked totally nonplussed, almost like she didn’t know why everyone was looking at her. “If a man walked around in public without pants, he would be arrested direct,” Jerome said.
Spring fever, you have plenty of takers this year…