On this nippy November morning the city was aglow in Parisian neutrals: grey, cream and gold. I was expectant as I turned the corner into Avenue Marceau. Growing up in Vancouver in the early 70's the word Paris transported me to this enchanting world with Saint Laurent at the center of all this elegance. And on this late Friday afternoon I joined a mostly female crowd (aged 25-75), all waiting to be transported and uplifted into a beautiful mythical world.

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