After a lush afternoon in Harry’s Bar, we walked the streets of Paris only to be stopped in our tracks by a small shop full of Missoni. Discounted Missoni.
Our lovely shop owner, with cigar in mouth and Bluetooth in ear, showed us every item in the store, making sure I would leave with at least one thing. And I did.
Because of his longstanding relationship with the Missoni family, he’s able to sell the entire collection at a discount.