Manhattan is a most amazing place. It has a most amazing grace, which is accentuated by the snow and the skaters. I walked from the UN Plaza on 44th street and 1st Avenue to Cherry hill in Central Park. Halfway there my high heeled booties started to feel uncomfortable like I was walking on stilts, so I bought a pair of sneakers, authentic Vans. On my return in the hotel I had grown two big round pink swollen blisters on both my heels, from the sneakers. I couldn't even get into my elegant pumps any more for the party, they hurt so much. Fortunately the booties didn't look al that bad with a dress and I am never taking them off again. My booties, mine mine mine! But I didn't want to throw the Vans in the trash so I got on the return plane laden with shoes. The customs officers must have thought I have a shoe fetish, at least they did not threaten me with import regulations.