Rosita Missoni traveled lightly and comfortably, with a touch of eccentricity that made being practical seem natural. Her longtime collaborator Alberto Caliri borrowed that spirit for a collection that is about the going, not the arriving.

The show was held in the cloisters of San Simpliciano, with a lovely garden and fountains behind it. The clothes suggested a woman dressing on the move, adding and removing layers as the day required: a rumpled brim for shade, chunky socks inside fine sandals, a slouchy bag slung across a big dress.

I loved that nothing looked planned. A hat topped most of the looks, which is the clearest sign of a traveler I can think of, and it is the detail I would copy first.

Bags appeared in about half the looks, and the best ones felt thrown over a shoulder rather than posed. That fits Caliri's idea of the nomad, which he described as being less about geography and more about movement and possibility.

The grid below is almost all sequins and knit, and I think that is the right answer. A knitted clutch or a mini top-handle bag with a little shine keeps up with a loose dress and makes the whole thing feel considered without looking fussy.

A bag in this show is not an accessory so much as a travel companion. I would pick the one that looks most like it was packed in a hurry.

Trousers took up a big share of the runway, about two in five looks, and they are the part I would shop first. There were balloon shapes and low-slung pants, along with long fluid silhouettes that had plenty of volume and remarkably little fuss.

Chevrons, stripes and the familiar Missoni geometries loosened, frayed and nearly dissolved, threaded with sequins and metallic glints. Caliri compared the textures to a shell, rough and luscious, matte and iridescent all at once, and I find that a lovely way to describe them.

A belt turned up in more than a third of the looks, usually the drawstring kind of ease rather than anything stiff. Sunglasses appeared in only a few looks, which feels right for a show about shelter and shade.

What lingers is the freedom. Caliri said it is about getting dressed without overthinking it, and I wish more designers trusted their clothes that much.

Daywear and evening, the practical and the ornamental, the plain and the precious all got shuffled together. A sequined gown and a thick sock do not usually share a sentence, but here they felt like they belonged to the same woman.

Missoni has long understood that a wardrobe can travel. This time the clothes seemed to have made up their own minds about where to go, and I would happily follow them, hat on, bag over my arm.