Perfection does not exist ?

Last week I crossed Paris from Montparnasse, to Bastille to Opera ... took me 2 days to find the new perfect beauties!

(I lie!!! perfect shoes do not exist, or they do for 2 hours only, then you realise your quest is not over, you've not reach the grail... sigh, a never ending quest!)

But these are close to perfection, 6 months I had them in mind (without knowing they existed, how's that?! hehe, yeah I know..) & I found them!

the colour is perfect (they're darker than on the pic), the shape, splendid on the leg, the folds of the leather... incredible! ... makes real happy feet!

The heel though... high! almost 10cm!

So far I haven't taken these babes out, I'm training at walking with them at home. And when the three of us are ready...

... we'll make a big tour, with a stop in some boulangerie to celebrate.

Oh by the way, I'm not obsessed with boots, I'm just hmm, ermm, I get some kind of detached interest in them