I've put that in inverted commas and in caps, because it is very different from looking in shop windows with the intent to purchase something, or at least it was in my experience as a child.
I've had such memory rushes the last few days because I was lucky enough to be out in Piccadilly for my work Christmas "do" recently and walking pack to the Tube station, we passed the windows of Harvey Nichols and they were so breathtaking to this adult, that I was transported back to my mother's favourite outing for her and her three small children in the 1950s. She'd tell us, "We're going window shopping" and it was a big deal. We would catch the bus to town and walk the length of the main street in the city down one side, and then turn back and walk the other way ooh-ing and ah-ing as we went and "buying" the stuff with our eyes only. There'd probably have been money for an ice cream (it was in the southern hemisphere, so the evenings would usually be balmy) or perhaps a cool drink. But the "window shopping" was the outing. And it could happen at any time, didn't have to be at Christmas. It was an evening out, our entertainment.
And I realise, learning a certain discipline. To this day, I don't have to actually 'buy everything my eyes see'! (Echoes of my mother again).
We didn't have a lot of money, but our lives were so full of simple pleasures.
Anyone else ever go "Window Shopping"?
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So many of the smaller stores have been swallowed up by the big chains too so there is much less variety. 
