I found them. The perfect shoe. I've been looking for them since June: bronze gladiator-style sandals, not too many straps, not too high up the angle, not too expensive. I found them yesterday in Sfera. I tried on the left one. Good fit. Perfect shoe. Check. On sale for 20 euros. Check.
So I ask the sales man for the right one. He looks at me quizzically. "Don't know," he says, in broken English, as he scans another size 38 single right foot shoe. "Not there. Sorry." That's it.
My heart sinks. It's fate. I'm not meant to have this shoe.
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so sad...oh so sad....
Thank you for your condolences. I guess it just wasn't meant to be. But I'm still in mourning.
Between you and O'Neill, the entire summer has this whole subplot about shoes now.
Hey, one less thing to pack....
This is great info to know.
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