If you've seen the movie "Scatter My Ashes at Bergdorf's," then you know that the windows at Bergdorf Goodman in New York City are a landmark. I remember seeing pictures of these windows and dreaming of strolling past them.
It turns out, strolling by isn't enough. I entered Bergdorf's after a hot and sweaty day in the city, and was instantly transformed from the noisy streets to the tranquility of a palace. I felt too under-dressed to go shopping, but I was so enchanted by the shoe salon, and museum-like glass cases holding purses, not to mention Louboutin polish, that I didn't care. I found out too late that there is a nail salon on one of the floors.
I definitely understand that a store can be more than a place to shop. A window can be an opportunity to see beyond walls and into a fantasy. Nail polish can be an affordable luxury, while a pair of shoes can be the splurge of a lifetime. Such things exist in this shrine to fashion; a place I wouldn't mind having my ashes scattered at.