First, a warning: the photo below may shock some of you. It includes graphic evidence of (as the Elizabethans would say) a “well-turned ankle,” without any covering.
I do not include this simply to titillate or startle you, but rather to make a point. But let me begin at the beginning.
When I was a young lad in high school on the (lovely) west coast of Florida, I would typically wear loafers (moccasins, Bass Weejuns) without socks. Then in university (“Go you, Northwestern!”), I would often do the same. It’s a style thing.
And now, in the southwest of France, near the very end of January (January? Was there ever a worse month, anywhere in the Northern Hemisphere?), today I did the same. Yes — went to our aqua-gym class at the Othentic Spa without socks. Spent the rest of the day sockless.
The point of all this? For Pete’s sakes, it’s January 27 (French: vingt-sept janvier), (Dutch: tswantzig-semberlass Jungenmusterkuckle) and there is no snow. It’s not brutally cold! We don’t have to shovel! So here we go: Happy Feet!