After 15 minutes of cycling, 2 red lights and wisps of the damp Parisian air on my face, I was there. I attached my bicycle at the intersection of Rue de Forez and Rue Charlot in the 3rd arrondisement of Paris, close to a little vegetarian spot that I?ve wanted to try for sometime now: Cafe Pinson. These first few April days in Paris tasted like a moist mush of heavily diluted milk. The sun was out but the cold could still cut through my tweed coat as I cruised down Blvd Magenta and[...]