Sensible Shoes at the Moulin Rouge?

 

 

Shortly before I was getting ready to leave Cadrieu to meet Jen in Paris, she'd asked if I'd be interested in going to the Moulin Rouge show-Feerie-on Tuesday night? My initial reaction was mais oui, and then the huge question loomed of what to wear? 

 

I travel lightly between Cadrieu and New Orleans...the shoes on my feet, technology, paperwork, sheet music, and a few other essentials in my backpack. My hiking boots would just NOT do for the Moulin Rouge! I settled on a pair of black knee-high, zippered, high heeled boots to go with my dress, tights and Momie's pearls. I figured that would dress me up sufficiently. 

 

I left Jen in front of WM Smith that afternoon around 2:30 so I could get back to the hotel to rest and get ready for our big evening. I walked the rest of the way home. When I saw these boots in a store window in the Galerie Vero-Dodat I thought: now these boots would be perfect for this evening!

I had intended to take the metro up to Place Blanche, so I figured that I needed about an hour to make our dinner rendez-vous time of 7pm. Dressed and ready to go about 5:30, the last thing I did was put on my boots. The zipper came off and crumbled in my hands.

 

 

I was stunned. What to do? At this late hour, not much but put the hiking boots back on.

Since I had time and would be wearing my comfortable, sensible shoes; I decided to ditch the metro and walk from the Hotel Tiquetonne up to Place Blanche. I had made that walk many times over the years when I would leave William's to go up and visit with Madam Vera...another memory lane opportunity-AND-maybe I could look at shoes along the way.

I confess to looking at a few shoe store windows on my way up to the Butte Montmartre. Who was I kidding? I was just going to have to suck it up and do my very best with my much loved hiking boots. 

 

As soon as I saw Jen, I was apologizing all over myself. She was wonderful. So was everyone else. I rarely detected a downward glance in the direction of my feet. I finally let go. It was clearly worrying me more than anyone else!

 

What a night! What a lucky pair of hiking boots to rest their soles on the floor of the Moulin Rouge? Happy Feet! Happy Me!

 

And, that's only a part of the story!

-with many a HUGE MERCI on the way!