I have a true love / hate relationship with shorts. Primarily tending towards the 'hate' aspect of the equation. It's rare I find a pair which fit my hips without being baggy around my waist, and they just always seem determined to frustratingly journey 'up' whenever I take a step. Cue these miraculous, perfectly-fitting, striped versions from Zara. Needless to say, I was having a great time walking through the streets of Paris, baguette under arm, feeling trés Audrey Tatou while wearing this pair. That was until it begun pouring with rain, and I ended up resembling a drowned rat more than anything else. Pfft, c'est la vie, I presume.