Strutting in the City

I wonder how Carrie Bradshaw managed to strut in high heels on the streets of busy New York without ever stumbling or twisting her ankle.

I wore my boots this morning. They're not even that high. However, the moment I made my first step out of the house I regretted it. Questions like "Why the hell did I wore heels this morning?" or "Am I going to make it to uni without crashing to the ground?" kept buzzing in my head. I must assume that pavements in New York are less cracked and roller-coaster like than here in London.

Carrie struts smilingly, she's happy-go-lucky even wearing 15cm sandals, whereas here even wearing flats is not safe. I saw a man this morning that almost broke his ankle considering the twisting. Here in London rather than strutting in the city, we tackle an assault course every morning, watching out for cracks in the pavement, bumps, gutters, holes, drains, trying not to get run over by a bicycle, a taxi, or even worse, a double decker. And worrying at the same time, that if -heavens forbid!- you actually fall you cannot even rely on doctors here. They might amputate your leg just because they don't know how to fix your Achilles heel.

And by the way, I know why Carrie had so many shoes. When you live in a big city and rely on public transport, you consume your heels quite a lot. No wonder she had to buy a new pair of Manolo every other week!