In general, I have bore the brunt of a variety of reactions to my outfits in this past week or so in Paris - I'm fairly used to it just because Paris is what it is...  They range from children laughing and pointing to tutting to blatant criticisim in French which is even comprendable to me.  So today, it was a) nice to see the sun shining again and b) refreshing to see Parisians being dare I say... nice about my attire.  More specifically, it was an old fashioned mark of respect that I got.  With my vintage straw hat on the move, I had about five very elderly French gentleman that were coindentally very dapperly dressed, tipping their own hats (berets/tweed caps) to me and saying things like "Jolie chapeau!".  I found myself wanting to do the same thing but then I realised this ritual is only reserved for the gents so instead, I just nodded my head back in a very subtle 'I'm greeting a gentleman' Austenian sort of way.  I did have to stop myself from saying "Good day to you sir!" lest they thought I was a barmy woman who carries plastic bags full of other plastic bags and eats banana skins for dinner.  Nonetheless, it felt a little bit like a Madeline storybook as I came out of the Kenzo show in the very old Carreau de Temple structure (it had the most unbelievable finale of giant mechanical books opening up with pop-up flowers and butterlies being revealed...)  and then being greeted in such a way.  Just stick an accordian behind me playing Milord by Edith Piaf and that would indeed be a perfect cliche.