That’s a No on Activewear

It was a quiet week around town as people trickled back, ready to accept the end of the summer holidays and prepare for the rentrée. It’s not the done thing to run errands in activewear here (even if you’ve actually been to the gym) but I gambled on an empty neighbourhood because of the holidays when I ducked into the supermarket after yoga, only to bump into the chicest Parisienne I know. Being Australian I usually get a fair bit of runway for faux pas but this clearly crossed the line. Noted.