C’est Quoi en Fait

Coats on, coats off, coat’s on, coat’s off. Paris couldn’t make her mind up this week and as a result I pulled on every single outerwear combination in my closet while trying to find something that was magically warm enough for the chilly mornings, didn’t overheat after running for the the metro, kept out the occasional frigid gust of wind and looked decent. Turns out I can have maximum three out of four but I’ve taken my people watching to a whole new level trying to spy someone who seems to have cracked the complete code.