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Now that I'm seventy, I am usually OK about wearing practical shoes (well, most of the time I'm OK with it), but once in a while I feel a pang of envy that matches the pangs I regularly feel in my metatarsals, heels and toes. Here is a picture that gave me such a jolt.
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She turned her back to me the minute my camera came out--but I still snapped what I wanted to remember. HER SHOES! The Acropolis is difficult even in Nikes. I am in awe that anyone, let alone an old woman, could traipse around the slippery and uneven stones of antiquity in those shoes.
The top picture was taken on our ship during a lecture. My attention was lagging a bit, so I took a picture of feet. Now I'm struck by what a practical bunch we were.
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