We purchase a lot in our life as horse addicts and riders. But some items just protrude. Because of their quality, their looks, their durability or simply because they come in so handy.
Like my hat. It's a stetson felt hat, brown with a string around the neck. I picked it from perceived a thousand models somewhere in a store in Montana, US. I was wearing it on my trip home and gathered some irritated looks from urbane travelers at the Frankfurt hub. I even had it sent back from France where I forgot it.

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