As Susie and I were walking along Boulevard St. Germain today,I saw a man dressed in white linen slacks and a white linen shirt with a collar that I have always called a Nehru collar, the entire outfit accented with a colorful scarf. I thought, "That would be a good look for me," so off I went to BHV Homme to see whether they could outfit me. My French is shaky, but I was able to ask a saleslady about a chemise with a col Nehru. She looked mystified. Finally, I managed to convey what I meant, and she said, "Ah, bien sure, un col Mao." Apparently in Paris, Mao trumps Nehru. So much for the Unaligned Third World.
After all of that, they didn't have one.