For any one in the world who cares about clothes in any degree should, shall, must walk Via Del Corso, Roma.
Get off the underground at Piazza Del Popolo and you are greeted by the twin churches as well as Basilica Santa Maria del Popolo. You will think to your self "ahhh another Instagramable piazza" to your surprise the streets tucked behind the twin churches aren't filled with cheap vendors or men who "compro oro". Past Piazza Del Popolo you will find the most closet enriching street in Italy.
It is not like Via Condotti where one will find mockably expensive clothes and brands that fill music videos of rap stars. Instead you'll see a classy mix of fashion forward Italian designers and a handful of high[er] class European chain retail stores. There is undoubtably a sprinkling of Nike and Versace but the majority of shops were unique to men and women who have to remember to breathe upon entering.
Not bringing my credit card with me was single handily the best and worst decision I have ever made. Until today I truly could not materialize (pun SO intended) the horrors of what it meant for a choice to be bittersweet.
The street itself wasn't the most breath taking architecturally in comparison to other areas in Rome but the contents of the buildings held much more importance. Even shops I usually don't go into, like Zara, were filled with killer styles.
The small streets to the left of Via Del Corso lead you into the depths of "historical center", Piazza di Spagna, and credit card debit. These stores hold equal awe-value but pull away from the accessibility that made Via Del Corso so remarkable for me.
Here's some photographic justification for the tears that were welting behind my glasses as I floated down the street
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