A Tale of Tourettes
For our next day in France, we visited the beautiful Medieval village of Tourettes. Situated in the Provence-Alpes-Cote d'Azur region, it is one of many 'perched villages' overlooking the sweeping valleys of broom, cicadas and olive trees. Steeped in history, it features the amazing architecture of the Chateau de Puy Castle and quirky uneven streets with artwork painted on shutters and doors.
I hadn't gone expecting to see any of that however. I'd received intel that there was a flea market on, so all I really wanted from Tourettes was a bunch of second-hand clothes piled on a table. Sadly, the flea market was nowhere to be seen, but I was more than happy with the exquisite booby-prize of this tout simplement incroyable petit village!
I decided I wanted to look particularly French for our day to Tourettes. Looking French in my book means wearing a beret and even though I didn't see a single French person wearing a beret the whole time I was there, I'm not changing my opinion on this sartorial matter. It's OK to be right, even if you're wrong you know and there's not really much anyone can do about it, so don't be afraid to put yourself out there with bold statements like this.
The beret in question was £5 new from Skipton market, a top bargain considering it's 100% pure wool. I feel that it gave me a certain finesse elegante, plus it was great for covering up my 3 day hair, which I had no intention of washing until I got home.
Like me, you may be wondering if the village of Tourettes has any connection with Tourettes Syndrome. This was my second question when we arrived, after 'Where's all the second-hand swag??' For your comfort and enjoyment, I have undertaken some research and it turns out there is no connection at all. However, the doctor who discovered the condition was called George Gilles de la Tourette, but he lived in Saint-Gervais-les-Trois-Clochers.
It is my dream to emulate Dr. Tourette and have a syndrome named after me one day. Although compulsive shopping is already a thing, I do think there is a gap in the market to cater for folk who are obsessed by charity shops. I can forsee 'Roche Syndrome' becoming a recognised emotional malady, with its own reference in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders. The definition would be as follows:
"Sufferers of Roche Syndrome are constantly preoccupied with the thought of visiting charity shops. They are possessed with a primal and feral desire to rummage through second-hand clothing in the hopes of scoring a massive bargain. It doesn't matter that they already own far too many clothes and that sometimes whole bedrooms in their house are exploding with fashion. If confronted, the sufferer can become aggressive and defensive. They will claim they are 'promoting sustainability,' 'helping the sick kids' or 'creating content for their fashion blog'. You should never try to reason with someone who is heading to the chazzas. They will be delusional, sometimes hysterical and they will gaslight you into thinking that YOU'RE the one with the problem"
Sadly, there is no cure. As with most addictions, you have to want to give up first and why would you do that when Barnardos are always having 'fill a bag for 99p' events?
Talking of charity shops, let's get back onto my outfit!!! This white, pussy-bow top is one of my favourite ever chazza buys. Originally from Next, I snapped it up with hot sweaty fingers from the British Heart Foundation for £4.99. It comes with me on most trips as it's lightweight and doesn't need ironing. It's completely see-through, but the addition of a simple white top or vest underneath renders it completely respectable under public gaze.
For my trousers, I opted to wear these leopard-print beauties which I scored for £5.99 in the Zara sale. I love Zara and would shop there all the time if I had the money, but it's a tad expensive for the average lass on a budget. I'm a maniac when the sale hits though and love stocking up on their quality gear for a fraction of the price. These trews are again perfect for travel as they are lightweight and like the top, do not need ironing. If there's one thing I hope you'll take from these blogs is that you can subsist entirely on a wardrobe of unironed clothes. Current fabric properties are a godsend for the lazy, modern woman. I always gravitate towards them when making clothing purchases and my clever, tardy ways mean I haven't had to use an iron for years. Alan will testify to this. He wears the ironed trousers in our relationship!
To finish my look, I wore this over-sized men's blazer that I got from a vintage kilo sale in Manchester. It weighed in at £8 which isn't bad for a jacket that I've worn at least twice a week for months. I strongly suspect I will wear it at least twice a week for the rest of my life too.
Finally, I wore these giant sunglasses which look like they are from the 70's, but are actually from ASOS. Perfect for looking at cute French villages and stunning vistas as well as providing a certain je ne sais quoi to my continental look. Footwear-wise, I am sporting the same Primark trainers I wore in Nice because clambering up narrow hilly paths requires that comfort reigns over fashion. I did have black ankle boots packed to go with this outfit, but thankfully I changed my mind at the last minute. I bet I would have got one of the heels caught in that grid and that would not have been a good look!
So that's it for my little sojourn to Tourettes! What I lost out on in flea-market action, I certainly made up for with authentic French vibes and historical pizzazz. Also, that castle is a retirement home you know and I need to book my place there on the immediate. I'm so sad that I'm not a pensioner yet. Imagine looking out at those views while you're watching Jeremy Kyle!
Tune in next time to see what I got up to in Monaco!
Love Laura X