It's All About The Boots, Baby!

I tell you what. Italians sure know how to dress.

Not once did I see a gal schlepping around in pajama pants and a too-small camisole. Nor did I see any guys displaying their boxers for all the world to see. 

But I did see boots.

Carol and I were recovering on a park bench from a harried ride on the public bus and being tagged by the "bus police" for not stamping our ticket. By that point, we were pretty slap-happy and I started talking about how all the women were wearing boots. That's pretty much all it took and the hunt was on. We began the whispers, jabs, and nods of the head when a great pair of boots were spotted. I was very inconspicuous about taking my photos and that was half the fun. 

Do you love the coat with these boots?

Now, these people literally walk everywhere. EVERYwhere.

In heels.

On cobblestones.

Add to those cobblestones a bike. I have a very good friend that tried to ride a bike across cobblestones in Holland. Not good, she says.

Throw in a pair of boots on the bikes, on the cobblestones.

THEN add in a cell phone conversation while riding the bike in boots on cobblestones.

Oh-and dodging vespas.

Pretty impressive.

Speaking of vespas,

aside from the fact that they are very noisy, loud and remind me of a wayward Junebug,

Aside from the fact that my sister vehemently despises them for their noise factor,

I think it takes guts and quite a bit of finesse to ride one in a pair of boots.

But then that brings us back to bicycles.

Much quieter than vespas,

and they have cool bells to ring to get people like us out of their way.

Rain or shine,

Bikes are mighty fine.

I don't know why, but I found it curious that they had to be locked up.

I guess it burst my bubble of Italy.

Now this cute as pie gal was riding a Vespa,

but standing by a bicycle.

Either way she looked pretty cool in her boots.

Unlike her male companion. Who can only wear tennis shoes on a bike.

I digress.

The women of Italy

rock their boots. 

This gal?

High maintenance.

But great legs in her boots.

I was sorely tempted to purchase a pair.

because, you see,

I did not bring boots to walk in.

I brought walking shoes. Which really didn't do me much good as far as comfort was concerned.

But I bet these boots would have helped. And I would have looked good.

Alas, my price range was about right for these:

and I passed.

So, I guess I'll have to be all about the boots in the U.S.A....

xo

Lynn