A red polka-dot skater dress, rust suede platform sandals, a tan leather satchel worn crossbody, round wire glasses. And a Pekingese on a chain lead, which you can’t buy, but it doesn’t hurt. Midday in Sarlat, golden stone, café terraces in deep shade, and she walks straight out of the dark into full sun. The red does the rest. Why it works: every piece is simple, and none of them fight.