My Quick Stroll Through Fendi on 5th
So, I found myself walking down Fifth Avenue the other day. You know how it is, just wandering around, looking at stuff. Passed by the Fendi store. Big windows, fancy displays, the whole nine yards. Stood there for a second.
Thought about going in. Why not, right? Wasn’t planning on buying anything, my wallet would probably run away screaming if I did. But sometimes you just gotta see things up close. Curiosity, I guess. Took a breath and pushed the heavy door open.
It was quiet inside. Like, really quiet. Not many people, which felt weird for Fifth Avenue. The air smelled kinda nice, expensive probably. Everything was super neat, all shiny and perfect. Security guy near the door, gave a little nod. I nodded back.
Started walking around. Looked at some bags first. Saw the price tags. Wow. Yeah, definitely just looking. Touched the leather on one, felt smooth. Then wandered over to the clothes section. Saw some crazy looking outfits. Stuff you see in magazines, not really stuff normal folks wear, you know?
- Saw a bright yellow fur coat.
- Looked at some sneakers with logos all over them.
- Checked out a few wallets behind glass.
A sales lady came over. Very polite, asked if I needed help finding anything. I just kinda mumbled, “No thanks, just browsing.” She smiled and left me alone. Which was good. Hate feeling pressured when I’m just trying to look.
Spent maybe ten minutes in there. Didn’t feel uncomfortable, exactly, but definitely felt like I didn’t belong. Like visiting a museum where you can’t touch anything, except you can touch it if you have a boatload of money. It’s just a different world in places like that.
Walked back out onto the street. The noise of the city hit me again. Felt normal. Looked back at the store. Yeah, it’s fancy. But honestly? It’s just another shop. Selling stuff most people can’t afford. Glad I went in, satisfied my curiosity. But didn’t change my day much. Just another thing I saw on Fifth Avenue.
