The fragrance came from Ferragamo struck my nose. I barely remember that I am sensitive with perfume. The bottles sat on the reach of my hand. Just a glass of wall separated me and the rest of their world. My camera did not record the sense, I wish it could.
I moved to other corner. The guard at Gucci's shop ignored my presence. I was busy taking photos, dreaming about goods that sell for silly price. He did not bother at all.
Santana Row is the proclamation of the power of money. You can buy anything you want as long it did not break your bank. Dolce and Burberry sound really pretty. Oh you can grab Bentley or Aston Martin if you wish or making better looks with Tommy Bahamas.
I folded my camera and lens tightly. They are priceless for me.
Taken with D300 (not mine, just testing) with Nikkor 50mm f/1.4D
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