vanity leads to perogies on feet
Paris is the most fashionable place on earth. Before I left on my trip, which aside from this first stop in Paris will be largely backpacking style, I thought I wouldn’t want to be shlepping around Paris in my hiking boots, so I’d better bring a nicer pair of shoes too.
I was wearing my nice pair of shoes (still sensible flats, but leather and nice), all dressed and ready to go to the Louvre this morning, when I turned my ankle walking down the stairs. Not cobble stones, not a chase by a mugger, nothing exciting or exceptional…just plain walking down the stairs.
Had I been wearing my ankle brace, which requires big fat shoes, like my hikers, I would have been okay. But I wanted to look as good as possible among the locals. I’m already not made up, not perfumed, and decidedly not haute couture (even the pan handlers on the street are wearing leather jackets, nice watches, lovely bags, etc.). In fact, I wrote a whole thing in my journal yesterday about how well dressed the Roma people (that’s gypsies, for you non PC-ers) are in Paris. So my vanity of wanting to dress nicely led to me sitting in the living room, foot elevated, with a bag of perogies bringing down the swelling. The polish lady I’m staying with didn’t have frozen peas, an ice pack, or even ice cubes.
Tags: 1, France, Travel
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Pierogi? Yum yum! What type were they?