Every time I return to Paris, it’s a short but intense love affair. Ever since my boyfriend left the City of Light in pursuit of love in Vancouver, my travels to France have now become only a yearly occurrence - always timed with the Fall-Winter ready-to-wear shows in March. What that means is that I no longer get to experience (read: enjoy) Paris in the springtime - and I do miss that. This particular trip was tough as it rained practically every day. On the day of my arrival, the rain showers were...