I was so excited to find a vintage store in the Marais. I love vintage, love the Marais, and wanted…read moreto spend my money there. I walked in and happily began looking at the messy, wonderful, high pile of leather purses in the window display. A man who worked there started yelling at me extensively in French. I politely told him I don't speak French and he yelled "don't touch". I was confused and asked how I might decide if I wanted it. The man ignored me but and began organizing the beautiful messy pile. Aha!
Lovely things, nasty man, tight conditions with only one small mirror in an inconvenient spot. Don't bother!