A Woman's Right to Shoes - Day 14

Gosh, you'll have to excuse this post and the terrible photos but after an exhausting week and the biggest Brazilian feast ever at Nossa Casa* (followed by a Milka bar and a Daim) I actually cannot move.

Ah, they're nice aren't they but how pointy? I wondered why we got treated so well at the restaurant, I am assuming the waiter was scared I might take his eye out if I left with even a hint of a hunger pang.

I will never, ever, ever grow out of snakeskin or leopard print.

With my pointy snakeskin shoes, I wore my jeans with the top button undone, a nice baggy blouse and 2 tired eyes.

ZZZZzzzzzzzzzzz.......

* Formerly Tropeiro, Mancunians. It's amazing, go go go!