This is in the square at the end of my street in September when the Rugby World Cup was being held in France, occasionally in Montpellier. They were having what I imagine was a "Styles of the World" fashion show, because I heard them bandying about the word "Ecosse" several times while I was at the cashpoint. A sucker for anything that goes down a runway, I investigated, arriving just in time for the pièce de résistance: this fabergé egg of a convertible "wedding dress". Who says the French are all fashionable and chic?