Souvenirs and memory: Argentina's shoes

When the shoe fits . . .

I visited Argentina four years ago to write about international education there. I never found time to look for a little souvenir piece of jewelry, so I bought pale green strappy shoes. They were totally impractical ones that I fell in love with because they represented the me who would have liked to go dancing and be light on my feet like all the women I seemed to see in Argentina. Switzerland never feels the right place to wear these.

When I see them I always remember the shoes I really fell in love with in a school art room.

My apologies to the unknown artist, who should be given credit for this magnificent bit of footgear gone arty.

I especially liked her message, "I fit." Every teenager's dream.