In Charlesville-Messier France (where one catches the smirk of the locals by flying the EU flag on your rental penichette) I found an amazing workwear/clothing shop called Ranch US (not sure if the “A” dropped off the marquee). Though the front windows display a typical army surplus assortment of cammo bags, combat knives and paisley bandanas, the shop itself–staffed by five floor clerks–sells a staggering array of purpose specific work clothing, from butcher’s aprons to shopgirl smocks to school mistress teaching frocks french equivalent of american workwear. But here, carharts and denim coveralls were replaced by delicate string tied