I note the almost complete disappearance of the gent´s tailored jacket.
I still wear white cotton jackets which are perfect for the sub-tropics, and for cooler days I have a Harris tweed, woven in the far frozen north on looms made from shipwrecks and old bicycles.
It´s all about the pockets.
Where else would I keep the ball of garden twine, the bag of mint imperials, penknife, keys, library tickets and half a ham sandwich?
Thankfully, hats are still very popular here in Andalusia, you really need to keep the sun out of your eyes, and if, like me, you´re a bit thin on top that´s one place you really don´t want sunburned. I have amassed a fair collection with varying degrees of sobriety.
In extremis, even the ubiquitous baseball cap serves the purpose.
(But not with the tweed).
There are limits.