Pilgrimage for the perfect pants

Since Spain, we’ve both spent a disproportionate amount of time in shops that feature baggy (AKA Harem) pants (‘trousers’ for those of you in the UK; we still like to wear our underwear on the inside thank you). Sara in particular has been on an on-going mission to find the perfect pair of these loose-fitting marvels forged from cool 100% cotton, engraven of swirling psychedelic paisley patterns.

The quest finally met its end in Istanbul, where not only are the pants of high quality (poly-cotton blends misses the whole loose-breathing-fabric point of these garments) but also designed for shorter (or as I am quick to emphasise – average) people. I even purchased a pair for myself. Oh, the freedom! It feels like I’m not even wearing pants at all, such is the sensation of the gentle breeze brushing my inner-thighs… But I digress.

Despite their empirical awesomeness and practicality of these wonder-pants for this climate, the Turkish seem to have forsaken their superior native fashions for jeans and so, so many tight polo-shirts. People look at the pair of us with some bemused curiosity as we pass by empantalooned, presumably we look like the equivalent of young people in the west using tweed grandpa pants.

Fine, whatever, your loss Turkey – but for your sake I hope that like the aforementioned tweed, baggy pants make a hipster comeback in this part of the world. Maybe one day nike will even make shoes with curled up toes to complement them.

Sara in Harem pants, in the Harem. Ooh la!

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