My favourite local shoe store carries brands which include Taryn Rose, Joy Chen (fabulous) Mephisto (unfab), Donald Pliner, and... Thierry Rabotin, dream cobbler of shoes that I can stand in all day.
And discovered the divine Rabotin Gisele.
Technically a ballet flat, the shoe has an arch so one's foot doesn't sag like a four day old fish. The slightly high-cut vamp is covered in a fine chenille-type fabric on which are sewn hundreds and hundreds of irridescent miniature dark grey and black sequins (like half-grains of rice), using specially reinforced elastic thread so they don't rip off with movement, or catch.
See the leather rim near the sole? I could dance through puddles. Really, they thought of everything.
Trying them on, I felt like a Dorothy who'd swapped her red maryjanes, had a few shots of anejo tequila, and lit the hell out from Kansas in an Alfa Romeo.
The price is $695 (Canadian dollars), plus tax, which here is a hefty 12%. Gulp, fan self, leave store.
I asked Le Duc to call TR in Paris (where I will be one month from today) and inquire about price; he reported that the shoes are half the freight on rue du Dragon. They have a size that might fit me, but will they be there in a month? "Zees size ees verrry larrjh" (I am translating for you), "ees 'ard to find", the vendeuse told him.
I'm annoyed. 100% markup over European price seems like gouging. OK, Manolos cost this much...but I don't buy Manolos.
If I charge to my Visa and have them held for me, I could exchange but last year they did not have one pair of anything I liked in my breadbox size, 41.
Le sigh. Will just go to Paris and take my oversized chances.