So, you wanna *buy* Goyard? Okay, buckle up. From what I’m seeing, it ain’t exactly something you just pop down to Walmart for. One ad I found said Netshoes sells it? That seems kinda… odd? Like, Netshoes is for sneakers, right? Maybe they sell Goyard *travel* stuff? Bags for your sneakers? I don’t know. Frete grátis, they say… hmm.
Then there’s Bloomingdale’s. Now, *that* feels more like it. Bloomingdale’s screams “expensive things.” Free shipping and returns? That’s good, ’cause let’s be real, if you’re dropping that kinda coin on a bag, you wanna make *absolutely* sure you like it. Imagine getting it home and being like, “Ugh, the stitchin’ is *slightly* off.” Disaster!
But then there’s the *real* deal, the Goyard Gazette thing. Fancy. “Maison Goyard Paris… 233 Rue Saint-Honoré…” *That* sounds like where the magic happens. If I was gonna buy a Goyard, I’d probably stalk that address on Google Maps for a week, just soaking in the ~vibes~ before even thinking about stepping inside. I mean, come ON, it’s Paris! It’s gotta be an experience, right?
Honestly, the whole thing kinda intimidates me. Like, what if I accidentally touched something I shouldn’t? What if I asked a dumb question? What if they could *tell* I’m not actually supposed to be there? My palms are sweating just thinking about it.