My I present my true love - leather and canvas spectators with no less than a 4.5 inch heel.
As I like to call them - ExPats Spats.
Can you not envision yourself descending from a Gipsy Moth in these?
Smoking C to Cs in a sand storm whipped by the ghibli or aajej?
Walking into Shepheard's for a stiff drink and a tryst with your lover?
Perfect for a holiday or a lifetime in Paris on the Nile.
It has been long time since a shoe or any other bit of fashion has conjured up such a rich fantasy, but here it is, and I am content to let it wash over me... like the sea spray that dampens my finger waves as I stand on the bow of a Cunard Steamship.