Leading the well heeled crowd and the curious to Bergdorf’s yesterday was a leopardskin woman and her fashion conscious best friend. While they set the standard for the store’s buying demographic, anyone who slips though the spinning doors at the iconic Fifth Avenue destination will be warmly welcomed. So I felt no hesitation in following the furs, pausing at the sparkling counters, and perusing the table top glitz on my way to the chocolate department on the seventh floor. This is a store that specializes in things you don’t really need – chocolate included – but the joy of colour and calories gave me pause. So too did the discovery on the way to the elevators of an exquisitely hidden salon with views over Central park and an afternoon tea menu worthy of a princess. Grace has been there, as has Jacqueline and perhaps our Mary. I just need to dust off my silver slippers and book the prince…