Winter in Paris is a sea of grey, black and navy, with perhaps some beige, and my everyday uniform usually blends in: a scruffy old ski jacket (black) with jeans (navy) and snow boots (beige). I spotted this coat while riding the escalator in Le Bon Marché and pulled the world’s fastest u-turn to comedically run back down the wrong way to admire it. My…
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