The other day I was playing tour guide in the amazing city of Sarlat. Every time I am in this living Renaissance city I see and feel new things, but for the life of me I could not go into the best museum in the city one more time. I had already been in once or twice this year and enough is enough.
I plopped myself down on an elevated threshold and prepared to have some serious reflections on what I am doing with my tea towel business, LilyO's, and possibly take a nap. It was quite relaxing sitting there and I found myself drifting into a comfortable fog when I saw them. Black patent leather shoes with 3 inch stiletto heels. What the heck?! How could anyone negotiate these cobble stone streets in those shoes? But, there they were striding away from me before I could get my camera out to snap a photo of this death defying feat. Suddenly I was obsessed with checking out the passing waves of shoes. And here is what I saw:
a pair that spoke spanish
the glee of a family
teenagers getting to express their pink side
mom has her style and little Pierre another
a classic look
and a free spirit
one friend is contemporary, the other into men's wear
there was love on the street
and one poor soul that had to work
these are work shoes too
shoes trying to decide which way to go
shoes that had settled in
shoes of a trooper of a tourist
and no shoes needed
3 comments:
Love this commentary and accompanying photos! Such a great way to view things from a comfortable seated spot. I would also be interested in styles and colors of bags that are carried. thanks for sharing with us!
A big smile while enjoying your post today :) Clever.
What a fun and clever post! It used to be true that you could tell a person's nationality by their shoes. Things are a bit more global now, but it's still possible. Witness the super pointy shoes that French men love to wear (inexplicably!).
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