Buona Pasqua

12 04 2009

I love Easter in Rome! 

The shoes are spectacular. 

We walk to St. Peter’s Square.  It’s filled with thousands of people from all over the world and the footwear is incredibly diverse.  Easter in Rome, 2007 by bluejay82Running shoes with rubber soles and canvas sides, fine Ferragamos, shiny patent leather, suede, plastic and even wood.

Shoes, Shoes, Shoes! by francophony

And on each sole, the tell-tale hint of origin: French pastryGluten Free:  Homemade Croissants! by Kate Chan, Dutch gumGum on Shoe by catclawtub, Polish mudrocky gap state park, md by psimpson101 and Malibu sandSandy Beach and Rocky Cliffs at La Jolla in San Diego, California by Scandblue.  It’s heaven.

Then there are the shoes of the Swiss guard: Rome with the Finozzi family, Easter 2006 by morrisjeanetteChocolate, of course.

I’d love to get close enough to the Pope to smell his footwear.  Bratwurst and beer?  Sacramental wafers and wine? 

Angel style splash wing prototype by Jen ShikamiOr, scentless, like the wings of an angel?

Buona Pasqua.

Chow.

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Any Dog Knows

22 04 2008

Any dog knows that shoes are a direct indication of human character and station.  So, it’s no surprise that shoes have surpassed handbags as this season’s most important accessory.Act your age, not your shoe size

The details are always in the shoes.  Backward heels and knee-high sandals, fur mules (an oxymoron, no?) and mile-high platforms,Hollywood Blvd Shoe Store

all speak to the nature of the one who wears them, their mood and perhaps their world view.  They carry the history of the day upon their soles: the panetteria; a smokey cafe; the crowded salon; the old pescatore along the Tiber…a stroll along the Pincio while the dew was fresh on the grass; cigars or cigarettes?  Cats?  One dog or two?  red shoes

Any dog can determine the difference between a man who wears a well kept pair of Ferragamos Men's Shoes 01and one who sports a pair of these: Even the Egyptians couldn't get men's shoes that weren't pointy

Shoes are the first thing a dog’s nose comes upon, and very often the last detail gathered upon leaving.  They are a primary gauge on the dash of every dog. 

Into whose lap would you rather leap? 

Chow.





Hiding

15 04 2008

Magritte - BerlusconiSilvio Berlusconi won a third term today and I just had to hide.  Hideout

The weather’s turned bad again.  I haven’t had a good run for a few days.  Energy bubbles up and I can’t help myself.  I went for another pair of FerragamosFerragamo…actually just one, but I know enough to realize I may as well have chewed through the sole of both.

It really isn’t the weather so much that vexes me, it’s Berlusconi.  He has this thing about not wanting to appear short.  The more he harps on it, the less secure I feel about my own few inches.

Last week he commented to the press that he was sure he was taller than both Putin and Sarkozy, even Prodi…ridiculous, non e vero?  Romano Prodi is far to left leaning to ever be measured properly with a plumb line.  Sarkozy, too far to the right to allow it…and Putin simply wouldn’t stand still long enough for such a thig.  I saw him once near the Spanish Steps on state visit.  He criss-crossed the piazza like a blind chihuahua.

At any rate, what’s the big deal about height anyway.  Some of life’s more memorable things come in small packages: diamonds, chew toys…Napolean.

I rest my case, until I’m forced to testify about the shoes.Chewed Up Shoe

Chow.








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