Harrods vs Battys

Harrods Department Store from the Big Bus Tour

Harrods department store in London is the largest, most expensive department store in the world or at least that's what we were told. It has seven floors and apparently four acres of retail space. When we four Batty's entered, we all clutched our purses tightly in case somebody might pick our pockets. With a store that big, we figured there were bound to be pick pockets. And God knows we had loads of treasures! The place was bustling with foreigners, but the we didn't  believe we were foreign because we had returned to our homeland and figured we qualified as natives.

Because of this, we realized there was no reason to actually see anything in Harrods other than the food. Like good little farmers we found our destination solely on our keen sense of smell. Through expensive perfumes and million dollar handbags our noses didn't let us down and within moments we were in the chocolates, teas, and biscuits (cookies) section. Well, clearly there was no reason to go to any other floor because we got to pick up and handle all the fancy packages of sweets. Being good Battys, we turned over the beautiful packages to check the prices, gave a humph and strolled away in search of a deal. Clearly, the prices were meant for the foreigners, not the natives...but after at least an hour of circling the fancy displays, we had to acquiesce. Each of us purchased at least one chocolate bar, tea, and I splurged and actually had the confectioner select six chocolate truffles to share. I wanted to eat them right away and offered one to Queen Sue, but she said "No, I want to savor them later." Who knew what that meant. Good thing Deb and I are only commoners. We rolled our eyes, shrugged their shoulders, and quickly shoved the chocolates in their mouths away from the queen's view. Every taste bud came alive in sinful heaven, and we suddenly wished we'd bought more.

Following the queen, we headed toward the butcher, fish monger, cheeseheads, and gardener.  All this food overwhelmed us by now, so off we went in search of a proper meal at reasonable prices. Btw, the queen and her trusted lady in waiting, Edith, decided that the cab ride home was the proper time to eat chocolates.

Good luck Harrods. You cannot break our Batty bank even though you tried!