Sometimes you feel like a beret and sometimes you don’t. This time, I did. There’s something about a beret that the second you put it on, you get an insurmountable urge to strut to the nearest outdoor cafe and order a cappuccino and biscotti. That’s what I did, and I already had a coffee an hour before the beret hit my head. But that’s what berets do, they make everything in your life Parisian…and your head a little mushroomy. C’est si bon!