“Without his clothes,” Mark Twain remarked, “a man would be nothing at all. There is no power without clothes.”
Nowhere is this maxim truer than the city which, insisted the Francophobic Twain, made anywhere else better: Paris. In the midst of raging wildfires and scorching heat, rampaging inflation and social fragmentation, the nation’s politicians were at one another’s throats over whether those same throats should be sporting ties.
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