March is almost halfway through. The longest month with January Bardem is already on the retreat and we can see spring smiling down on us as it laughs in our faces. You don't have to be a soothsayer or Hugo Clément to predict that the first buds appeared a long time ago and that they won't have waited for the cycle of the seasons to do as they please.

Bunch of teenagers. If you must know, this is my favourite time of year. Because it heralds my favourite season (Téchiné we see you). The season of renewal. When the weather gets milder. It's the season of renewal, of hope, of rebirth, of promises that, at last, are kept. Spring is the time to rebuild terraces, to go out for a run in the early hours of the morning without shivering, to open the windows and take a nip without risking catching the first chill.

Spring means birds singing (unless you live in Paris) and the possibility of believing we're living in a Michel Fugain or Compagnie Créole song. So spring is good. But what's even better is when it's just around the corner and we're waiting with bated breath. Because once it starts, there's no stopping it. And it is this period of expectation and hope that is the most enjoyable. 

That's why it's imperative that you adorn yourself in your finest finery to welcome it into your daily life, because once it has begun, it will be a whirlwind of goodness and beauty.  If you need any advice, you know you can reach us on 01 42 02 35 85. We'll be happy to be your personal shoppers for a call that will send you to 7th heaven.

Put on my best shoes, make room in the living room and dance country music as if you were on the back of a pretty little nag: