Oh, Harrod's, I want to love you more than I do. I want to go ga-ga for your expansive mecca to consumerism, but really, I'm too tired and irritated when I leave to love you.
If you're a shopper like me, then I'm sure Harrod's is on the top of your list of places to go in London. But here's a word to the wise---lower your expectations because unless you are shopping with an unlimited bank account, you can't afford anything here---other than the tourist stuff in the Harrod's gift shop. I won't lie, I bought stuff in the gift shop. A keychain, some magnets for friends, some yummy caramels in a tin. But nothing of substance---because it's too expensive and the herds of people make me tired.
No matter which door you enter, you already feel like part of herd of cattle being pushed into the pen. Everywhere you turn on the ground and lower ground floors are people. Stopping, staring, talking, consulting a map. AAHHH! I don't like people, especially tourists (even when I am one). I avoid shopping on Michigan Avenue for this reason. I escape to a higher floor---it's kinda like a mountain, the higher you go towards the summit, the less people make the journey.
I was trying to kill time before going to a show so I popped into the book section---which is essentially just a Waterstone's store inside Harrod's, not that there's anything wrong with that. I love a good book. Soon, I realized my bladder needed to be emptied. I found the closest one and waited in line. There was a restroom attendant, but she didn't do anything for me, she just sat there while everyone tossed random coins onto her tip plate. Well, I wasn't giving a whole quid to someone who didn't provide any assistance to me, didn't even hand me a towel to dry my hands, so I put a 50p coin in her plate. AND SHE GAVE IT BACK! With a shake of her head, she handed me back my coin because it wasn't substantial enough. Are you kidding me? Fine. I'll keep my money then. I've been in nicer bathrooms with less attitude.
Overall, I enjoy Harrod's for what it is---an overblown, high-end cliche of London shopping. I just can't afford it. (Don't tell the Harrod's people, but I fit in better with M&S, if they knew that I might not get past the door.) read more