In 2018 I wandered around Harrods by myself in a state of slight panic because I only had about three hours to explore, and I knew immediately it wasn’t going to be near enough time. I seriously could have spent a week there taking photos and soaking it all in. The entrance I used after getting off the underground was green and gold and was not on a through road but at a drop-off point, much like a large hotel. As I arrived at the door, a dark green Bentley pulled up, and several middle eastern women got out. I saw similar groups of women around the store, often holding several shopping bags in each hand. It was quite the spectacle. I saw them again at the Harrods department, where you applied for the purchase tax rebate. My visit wasn’t about shopping bags but consumption by the senses. ‘Shoe Heaven’, decadent staircases, which were completely different in each instance, art books, teapots, Gucci upholstered chairs, and Picasso. Yes, for 135,000 pounds, you could take home a Picasso – on the underground if that was your preferred mode of travel. I spent time in the linen department, which was very white, although I took no photos because I was busy buying cashmere bed socks and pillowcases – you guessed it, in white. I purchased some Chanel makeup and hot pink Christian Louboutin nail polish. The store was quiet, much like an art gallery, except for the tea rooms, the tax department, and the souvenir department.