My friend Pericles (what a wonderful name) says it will take me three years to acclimate to Buenos Aires and then I will do really well
In this age of globalisation it's diminishing, the necessary time to acclimate to a strange culture. When my Mother emigrated she was told that it took five years
and it's official - SHOES are better than sex.
I stopped in to Comme il Faut, only on a reconnisance mission you understand, because of the ENDLESS discussion about tango shoes down here. Well after being insulted for buying 'Commies', - the poser shoes of the milonga - and with all the talk of the price of shoes these days, I went along just to check.
Well at the moment they have some divine models (only up to 390 pesos and sorry, I don't know what the rest of you are used to but have you checked the price of Manolos and Choos these days?). I wish I was Kirstie from Brighton, down here buying eight pairs at a time(and they do disparage, those shop girls 'Only one pair?)
And you come out with the satin bag and walk down Quintana feeling great. The world is wonderful and there is this strange feeling of, what, it's like, yes, it's lovely - it's love. I feel love even though I am still furious and confused and hurt and 'is it me?' with the Delivery Boy.
I feel love. Because I have the most wonderful pair of shoes which I can walk around my house in and if I never see another person they are delicious and now I understand why women all over the world feel a strange affinity for 'Sex & the City' - As with our strange obsession for tango - we are projecting our hidden desire to be the divine, emotional Goddesses we truly are.
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