Lady’s Paris Personal Shopper Experience

Today I want to share about my Paris personal shopper experience in France. Going around one of the world’s fashion capitals with a personal stylist is an exciting thing to do.

Paris Personal Shopper

My Paris personal shopper experience took place while I was on a press trip to Hotel Le Bristol.

After the hotel sent my group on a Louvre after-hours tour, I couldn’t wait to see what other unique experiences it could offer its guests.

I didn’t have to wait long. The following day we were scheduled to meet with a Paris personal shopper who would take us all over the Right Bank.

Lacking talent in the style department, I was excited to have an insider’s help in finding the best boutiques in Paris.

We met our personal shopper, Skall, in the hotel lobby, and he whisked us away down Rue du Faubourg Saint-Honore towards the Place Vendome.

We arrived on Rue de Castiglione and alighted from the car to start our day of discovering the best shopping in Paris.

Our first stop included visits to two boutiques. The former was a shoe store with beautiful boots, flats, heels, and wedges. The latter was a women’s clothing shop that featured Belgian designs.

Our shopping appetites whetted, our Paris personal shopper took us to a place I’d passed a million times but never knew was there: the Palais Royal.

A beautiful palace and gardens right next to the Louvre, the Palais Royal was home to high-end boutiques, cafes, and Paris’ oldest restaurant.

Our stop included a mix of the known and the new. Pierre Hardy had us drooling over its gorgeous shoes.

Other shops’ pret-a-porter designer fashions had us wishing we possessed the same clothing budget as the well-heeled couples around us.

The real treat for me, though, was when our Paris personal shopper took us to the shop of a designer of couture gloves.

The tiny store in Paris was full of color. Each pair of gloves was handmade, and the designs ranged from the simple to the fur-lined, the plain black to the vibrant fuchsia.

With winter rapidly approaching and me being glove-less, I couldn’t resist the temptation to have the proprietress make me a pair.

She traced my hand, measured my fingers, had me try on a few sample pairs, and told me that my own would be arriving in two or three weeks. I couldn’t wait.

From the Palais Royal our Paris personal shopper took us east to visit three more impressive shops. At the first one we discovered an up-and-coming Parisian designer’s futuristic footwear.

Afterwards we crossed the street to a secret shop with no windows and no sign. Our personal shopper rang a doorbell, and suddenly we found ourselves inside a clothing store that could have doubled as an art gallery.

L’Eclaireur was a beautiful space with men’s and women’s clothing and accessories.

The highlight, though, was an even more secret space, which was revealed to us when one of the walls suddenly opened onto a low-lit room full of unique furniture, art, chandeliers, and mirrors. It was stunning.

Tearing ourselves away, we continued our Paris personal shopping trip with a visit to a large shop that’s known for its jeans and futuristic-looking laser-cut clothing.

I was glad we were pressed for time, because I knew I would buy the whole shop if I stayed too long.

Instead our Paris personal shopper took us to a place that was the polar opposite of this geometric temple of fashion. We entered the soft, dollhouse world of Fifi Chachnil.

A tiny shop painted all in pink, it was a wonderland of fine Parisian lingerie. Lace, feathers, and silk abounded, and we left the shop feeling like we had just been in a dream.

Our final stop of the day was at Christophe Lemaire, a boutique in the Marais that felt more like someone’s apartment.

The designs were beautiful, and in the back there was a selection of Lacoste clothing. By the time we left, we were exhausted and our Paris personal shopper had to run to another appointment.

In need of a break, we headed straight for L’As du Falafel to enjoy the best falafel in Paris. We rested our feet while we marveled at the amazing clothing we’d seen that morning.

If all my shopping trips could be as pleasant as a day with Hotel Le Bristol’s personal shopper in Paris, I might actually become the fashionista I never dreamed I could be.

In the meantime, though, there was reality to face: the excellent cuisine of Hotel Le Bristol’s restaurants. To be continued…

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