Guerrisol, means "The love of my life" in french, or at least it should.

I might live to regret this, but I will now spill my best Paris shopping secret.
It's called Guerrisol and it's on Rue de Rochechouart. I'm not giving the number nor the metrostation. To deserve this, you need to work a bit... (A bribe will also work.)
This is the real deal. Not for amateurs. Not for the faint of heart. If you get confused and uncertain at H&M, forget about Guerrisol. It's for those who like to dig dig dig and who know that under 100 crappy garments there just might be the treasure, or then there will just be the 101st crappy garment. It's for those who can tell the difference between make-up stains and the never-gonna-wash-off stains. Those who know, when a missing button isn't a problem and when it is. Those, who can picture the garment in a different environment, not in the middle of faded, deformed t-shirts in a dusty warehouse-type space.
Those, who deserve to buy the perfect blue printed silk/cotton dress that makes you look slim and sophisticated, yet youthful and trendy, for 3 euros. Yes. 3. Euros. Here it is. Looks even better on a person.

 

 Never mind the shoe selection that looks like it has passed through a dog's digestive system. Twice.