Early in the day Stephanie came to pick us up at the apartment. She not only came to pick us up – she brought surprise packages of Basque clothing for us to wear. A man’s outfit of blue, wide fitting pants (which René didn’t wear in the end), a black smock, black beret, cream coloured heavy wool socks, and black shoes that lace all the way up the calf. For me a full skirt (elastic waist band luckily), matching blouse, a dark burgundy wool shawl, a white head scarf to tie turban style, and the same style of socks and shoes as René’s.