A Shoe In

My daughter hung her Fluevog shoes upon this eccentric gate made from old bicycles in a very singular village where we lunched today with friends. Apparently the wearers of these equally eccentric shoes like to photograph them in strange places around the world (my daughter has the most bizarre collection of footwear).

We also visited a singularly talented sculptor of wood and viewed some of his quite amazing work. His house (my first extra today) looks like something from a Grimms’ fairytale. My second extra provides a glimpse of his work.