I love walking and I love high heels. The two loves are the Capulet and Montague of my life, the Romeo of my walking and the Juliet of my beautiful footware causing my feet as much pain as star crossed lovers ever felt. To avoid tragedy, I do what young lovers can not ever do if they wish to be immortalized in unforgettable poetry, I compromise. I do not walk in heels. I mince or perch. What I wish for is brought to me. And I keep my flats in my purse!