We were drawn in by the incredible window display:
You can't really see it here, but the wallpaper is by Philippe Dumas and looks a little something like this:
Anyway, you walk in (the door is opened for you, of course) to a huge display of fresh flowers for sale. This picture does not do it justice, there are tulips and lilies and roses and everything is long-stemmed and fresh and beautiful unless, of course, it's petite and classic and charming.
Imagine buying your fresh flowers at the Hermes store... how fancy would YOU be??
(I don't know what that weird shadow monster is lurking under the table. That blurry lady better beware!)
And then the whole store opens up before you...
There is a cafe and balconies and these wooden structures to divide the space but yet keep it really open.
And then you see this!!!!
I want, I want, I WANT!
And you wander in and out of the wooden enclaves, looking at the towels and stuffed animals and books and baby rattles and shoes and plates and enameled jewelry and lots of other things you didn't even know Hermes blessed with its moniker.
And you think of how much scrill you could drop here. And then you look around to make sure there are no celebrities in your midst. But you realize that these people could all be royalty and you wouldn't even know it... but wait, is that Princess Stephanie trying on shoes? You tell yourself that there are probably 50 Princess Stephanies in the store at any given time.
You stop to imagine actually buying your saddle and crop at Hermes.
The phrase "Must be nice" comes to mind.
Must be nice.
Honestly, I'm not one to get caught up in such fuss, but the sheer amount of luxury under this roof had me all atwitter. Everything was of such a level of craftsmanship and beauty Oh, it was nearly too much!
And then we went to the Bon Marche, where I was a big fan of the grey and yellow story displayed by animals: