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Classic Style: Packing a Suitcase. . .

If memory serves me correctly, and it might not in this instance, the large suitcase to James Bond's left is his.  The scene in any case is from early in Dr. No.

Came across an interesting guide to packing a suitcase for a three-day trip at the Parisian Gentleman early this morning and thought it might be good to share it.  Packing a suitcase so that you don't look like a rumpled mess for the duration of your stay somewhere -- whether for business, pleasure, or a combination of the two -- is a lifelong art (or is it a science?) that, like the martial arts, golf, or fly-fishing, you always tinker with and attempt to refine.  At least that's the case for me.  Oh, the stories I could tell about the machinations my father once went through with a large Orvis fishing bag before a trip to Jamaica 40 years ago!  Anyway, see what you think, but I'll try a couple of the suggested tips when I pack a bag this afternoon for another brief sojourn to Michigan with wife and child during the latter half of this week.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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  1. Could it be...no surely not - a lady wearing a wristwatch? Men's jackets buttoned and no one nose down viewing their smart phone? Even the porter has his cap on the right way. A truly different age!

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  2. @Matt
    One might also note that the lady isn't wearing a t-shirt or a skin-tight blouse.

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