It’s the evening before Ferragosto and all is in order. The office is neat, everything in its rightful place for an easy return one month from now. The bags are by the door, packed. All that’s left to do is say the goodbyes. You’ve arranged to meet some friends for an aperitivo. This is still the city, after all, and a certain decorum of dress is expected. But it’s nearly Ferragosto, so something reminiscent of the season and foretelling of the days to come is within reason, too. So, you reach for your houndstooth scarf, a classic, and get lost in the cream and blue with visions of yourself sitting in the sand staring up at the summer sky.