Hot shop: Gertrude
Gertrude. As the name implies, this is your one-stop shop for all manner of things so marvelously useless, overpriced and intrinsically hideous they’re instantly hip. Expect digitial doodads no bigger than a thimble, CDs mixed by robots, and an array of faux-exotic cosmetics (the likes of Aveeno oatmeal soap are presented as imports with prices starting at $61 per item). Are those burlap potato sacks on level two right? No, that’s Gertrude’s new line of organic flax separates. The tri-level store also has a legendary basement restaurant where every item on the 22-page menu is prepared in the shape of a horse. 99 rue du Cheval-Pissoir. Tel. 01.8. Metro: On strike.
