We wound up in Milan, France at the end of Fashion Week.

Alex, at home in Pitt t-shirt and worn Levis, had no idea what Fashion Week is all about. I knew and cringed since I am so not that woman. I travel with Dansko walking shoes popular with nurses; Merrell hiking shoes; limited hair products (see Packing Lightly); mascara and face powder. No curling iron, flat iron, or iron for that matter.

So surrounded by dressed-to-the-nines women (and men) wasn’t something I looked forward to experiencing. However, I’ve gotta say that for one Sunday afternoon … it was fun to see the parade of fashions and wonder yet again: How do they walk in those heels?