A few days before I packed up my battered valise for Capri & Positano, I stumbled upon London based shoe company La Paire
and soon found myself chitting and chatting backwards and forwards with Amy, who turned out to be its CEO. This is not a sponsored post more a paean to the loosy goosey connections that can be made through the wonderful electronic tendrils of this digital age.
Amy had been to Le Sirenuse and became my sartorial consigliere on what shoes to pack. I packed flats and only flats and for this I am eternally grateful as it was roughly 130 steps up to our hotel every night - hubs says 180, I think he's at it.
When I was in Capri/Positano ( oh I know, that's getting a bit wearing now) it was hard to resist the Siren call of the local handmade sandal.
Phew, Jackie didn't but then I think Pope Francis should make her St Jackie of the dead souls subsumed to Hades by the vice of excess shopping.
I never shop on holiday because it's too easy to be caught up in the genus loci's grip -he's a sneaky, crafty one, he'll have you wafting about Perthshire in a Peruvian kaftan accessorised with chupacabra earrings.
So I kept my gunpowder dry. La Paire sandals are handmade in Spain, they ship internationally and ooohhh they gave me some thinking to do.
From La Paire's bridal range, I love these sandals, brides who choose these might be making a commitment but their feet are staying footloose and fancy free.
PS. They are just about to launch a range of wedge heels, follow this link for a 20 % discount code.
All we need now here is a summer.