I don't take photos. It's important that you know that about me. It's not that I'm against them.  It's not that I don't want to take them.  I just don't.  Once, in the days before digital, I went to Paris with a friend. He came back with 30 rolls of film. I came back with three .... photos.  Yes, that's right.  Three.  Photos.

So when Izzy asked me to photograph shoes in Italy, you can imagine my amusement. I mean, how could someone who would probably forget to take pictures of the frescoes in Assisi be expected to remember to take pictures of shoes? But I like Izzy, so I said I'd think about it. And I did think about it.  I thought about Italian shoes, Italians in shoes, tourists in Italy in shoes ... the permutations made my head spin.

I was willing to try, but I admit I was a little worried about it. Would I be allowed to take photographs of shoes in Italian shops?  Would total strangers be offended if I took pictures of their feet? And what if the people I was traveling with thought I was crazy?  (Actually, I wasn't too worried about that last part.  They already think I'm crazy because I blog.)

I shouldn't have worried.  It was fun and by the end of the week my whole group was on the lookout for shoes. But how to get the photos to Izzy?  Postcards of course!  Fortunately the Italian mail service is a little slooooooow, so the postcards have (amazingly enough) only arrived today.

I've convinced Izzy to share them with you.