COBBLED STREETS & SAND DUNES
I always want to look this epically stylish when I travel, I even pack gorgeous pieces so that I can feel exotic – and somehow I always end up looking a little more hot-and-sweaty-drowned-rat than effortless-Vogue. Oh well – we can’t all travel like this. I had a friend once who always dressed to the nines for her flights, just in case she was able to swindle an upgrade to first class by looking like someone important. But I dress in my pajamas or tracksuit pants, always choosing comfort over style, you may see me donning my eye-mask in the departure lounge if you’re very unlucky. Oh dear, I’m getting way to practical in my old age.