RIVIERA REVERIE: STROLLING THE ITALIAN COAST IN CRISP WHITE AND MIU MIU STYLE

“Wow, the Italian Riviera really is a wonder,” thought it-girl Emma, as she sidestepped another gelato-smudged toddler. “Thank Santa Maria I packed all my Miu Miu.”

The scent of the sea and freshly baked focaccia – a local delicacy – drifted on the blessed breeze; she bought a slice and wandered down a cobbled street, past old buildings that looked like someone had dropped a box of giant macarons from the bright blue sky – pinks, reds, yellows – all stacked behind a bevy of boats and vivid orange spritzes.

Tourists in too much Majolica-print stared at her, in her crisp white poplin and suede shorts slung low; Petit Bateau x Miu Miu briefs bade them goodbye, and she put her sunglasses back on. “Fashion is armor, focaccia is fuel,” she thought, as she smiled and wandered down to the shore.