Shoe Heaven

Shoe Heaven

I have never thought about an exalted place so perfect for shoes it could only be called heaven. But thank you Harrods, the full filler of retail fantasies, for creating such a place.

And it was heaven. (If you love shoes) And based on the amount of worshippers ascending the stairs through the Egyptian pyramid, I am not alone in my obsession of beautiful shoes.

I suspect getting into heaven is not easy, nor is finding the 5^th floor of Harrods. The regular lifts as they call them don’t go there. You must circle about until you find your way up the
inside of a pyramid. How cool is that?!?

The three hours, yes three hours! I spent in heaven, was better than Disneyland. (For me) Thousands of shoes, displayed like works of art. (Because they are)  This shoe heaven was part museum, part department store and part casino. Everywhere as far as you could see, shoes in cases, on tables, credenzas and fancy wall mounts, beautiful lighting and mirrors oh so many mirrors. It was like being in a casino-a labyrinth floor path, no signs for the way out and constant bling to attract you in another direction.

I actually ran into a mirror and a glass wall on my heavenly visit. That is how well they confused my senses. Worse yet, broke a toe while in heaven. Possibly that is the sacrifice to the gods of shoe heaven. So instead of all the spectacular shoes on display in shoe heaven, I had to descend down to earth and find some sneakers while my fractured toe heals.  Apparently I wasn’t ready for heaven yet. So until then I will be hoofing it on the streets of earth.

Laura