I used to wear a traditional French beret. They’re just as fashionable as ever, very practical, very warm, but then after several years I noticed that even our local bread baker never recognized me when I came in for a baguette or some croissants.
So the thought came to me, that if my own baker didn’t recognize me, how were any of my neighbors ever going to get to know me out of the 12 million other Parisians milling about the city?
So I traded in my “incognito” French beret for a variety that stands out more. Now my neighbors call me Strawberry Shortcake but at least they smile and wave at me when I walk by, and we’re starting to build relationships!
