These are my favourite tango shoes. I bought them at ‘Comme il Faut’ in
Buenos Aires, a famous boutique which is a dead-ringer for a Belle Époque
bordello (I’m guessing!). I remember the day clearly: With my tango mentor
Anna-Lisa leading the way, we perused the store and each bought a sexy red pair
of heels.
I know what you’re thinking: she’s going to bang on about dancing ’til
dawn in these bad-girl shoes. Unfortunately, no. I broke my ankle very badly,
and if I wore these stilettos again I would surely fall over and break the
other ankle.
It’s funny how life works. It’s almost cruel; just when I was showing
such promise, I’m no longer able to do the thing I love.
At least I have my writing though, and a way to transport myself back
to the dizzying feeling of dancing the tango. At least I could immerse myself
from behind my computer while I wrote The Closest Thing To Crazy. It’s much
surer ground … far less chance of falling!
If you too want to be transported to Argentina, be sure to grab a copy
of my book, The Closest Thing To Crazy, available via Amazon.
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