Green shoes and eggs

I realised today that I’ve never had a pair of green shoes. Flipflops, sandals and tackies don’t count. I’m talking proper shoes, beautifully made, lovely delicate slingbacks like the ones in the photo above.  I can’t remember ever yearning for green shoes, mind you, but when I saw these I definitely felt something was missing from my life. Now I just need to find the right outfit, a matching bag, and thousands of rands.

These are made of ostrich leather, in Italy, and cost a bomb. We raise the ostriches here in South Africa, prepare the leather, send it to Italy where the shoes are designed and made and then they get sent back here to be sold to Italian tourists. Makes perfect sense.

The eggs are more affordable and that’s what the tourists were buying today.  I can’t say I yearn to have an ostrich egg with Nelson Mandela’s face on it or a painting of a Zulu man in an ostrich skin (we see enough of that last one in the Sunday papers).  I do like the eggs that are left natural but have little holes in them and then get turned into a bedside lamp. Those are cute and I’ve actually wanted one for years, it must create a pretty  pattern on the ceiling even if the light may not be bright enough to read by.

Happy tourists today, lots of lovely scenery, eggs and fridge magnets for the family, lots of photos with ocean backgrounds, experimental sushi (I like adventurous eaters!) and I learnt that when you regale a child with stories about ghosts and flying Dutchmen you can expect a lot of questions for the rest of the day.

About Francoise Armour

I run a small touring company (Tours du Cap) at the bottom of Africa, to show visitors the beauty and vibrant culture of the country I have lived in since my parents brought me here from France as a child. I enjoy taking photos and wish I had learnt to do it properly. I enjoy writing but don't do enough of it. I enjoy walking in the mountains that surround me and I marvel over the views and the flowers and the amazing rock formations. I have a small, cute, clever, black dog of indeterminable breed, named Vida, who reminds me regularly that walking and getting out is not only for when tourists want it.

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I am not a photographer and do not claim to have any particular skills whatsoever in that department. I have enormous respect for those who can see the potential in a scene and can create a great photo. Good photography is an art, in my opinion.

I am just a happy snapper, I have no special lenses or accessories, my camera is very simple and it's usually best to leave the setting on auto.

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