Most of my childhood summer holidays were spent down in the sunny South of France, visiting every inch and corner between Monaco and the Spanish border. Even now, each year when May comes to an end, summer is round the corner and I start longing for the sun on my skin, sand between my feet and salt in the air, I get this longing to drop everything and just disappear to the French Riviera! All I want is to stroll the little cobblestone streets, eat ice cream, drink rosé on a sun-drenched waterside terrace and dress like Grace Kelly in To Catch a Thief.   Nautical stripes, clean lines, flowy cuts, all in a palette of white and blue with a dash of red. I may not be strutting my stuff in Saint Tropez just yet, but this weekend, I’ll already start dressing as if I were!