women running Walking through Montreal where the women are tres chic and the men are — well, the men are too thin and their hair is too long if you ask me — I couldn’t help but notice that I was the only woman wearing sneakers, and I mean the only woman who wasn’t clearly an American tourist. Le tourist, c’est mois? Mon Dieu!

But when I sauntered up to Parc Mont Royal, dozens of fleet feet Quebecoise in running clothes and running shoes materialized. Where did they come from? How did they get there? And where did they go when they were finished blazing the trails through the woods?

I puzzled over this all the way back to my hotel until I saw a superwomansweaty young thing rushing down the street with a knapsack over her shoulder and it came to me: the Montreal women must drive or walk to the park in their street clothes, change into running clothes and running shoes in the restrooms, do their thing, and then change again before leaving the park.

But you don’t have to believe me. Read how French women manage to always look chic in Helena Frith-Powell’s book,  All You Need to Be Impossibly French.