one of the most beautiful towns on the French Riviera
What I didn't tell you yesterday was that we'd had a lot of rain and the 'stade' was a sea of mud - well, wet sand I suppose. As you see, not a surface to negotiate in high heels! Horses too - one slipped and fell but happily no harm done.
Oh, yuck. Their shoes will never be the same again. I'm so glad no such thing can be said of the horse.
Hee-hee - "take a walk on the wild side" with style!It's pretty bad but worth the trouble, I'm sure. Thanks for showing the un-glam side of the spot too.
Nothing is worse then stepping in muddy waters with open toe shoes...Have a good week end,Joanny
They aren't particularly nice looking shoes, so maybe the waitress doesn't mind. I bet she saves her Christian Laboutin's for later on!
Well that's just bloody crazy. Any ankle or foot injuries should, well, be anticipated. You couldn't pay my wife or daughter to wear shoes like that - even on pavement.
I was struck by how much it looked like that woman was serving up a miniature horse on her tray. :)
That's crazy.But I love how the prancing horse appears above her plate.
I too love the way the horse almost appears to be standing in her plate. As for high heels... sigh. I simply don't understand girls.
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