Well….asuming by the title(and certainly by the breathtaking background) you’d expect a major hystory-inspired Athens post. It could be but it isn’t. My shameless intention is clear: To speak about the humble classic black pump. Believe it or not, before going to Paris last month I didn’t have such a staple. Ha! All my black pumps had mates. Straps, metallic heels, patent details, whatever. They were all mated. So when in City of Lights with yet another series of frivolous pants, finding a pair of them became a life-threating necessity. But the most important thing that I didn’t really know was that simple black pumps are as rare as Megalosaurus tooth. Prehistoric truth yet truth. Three days, five arrondissements. Luck? Zero. The town was too romantic and coupling with bows and blings seemed inevitable. Not to mention the patent dominance. I didn’t want being mirrored on my shoes. Done it before. Anyways at the time I had grown tired of the chase of the scarce basics, I’ve entered the Dior boutique. By the way I’ve never met such wonderful and polite sales persons in my entire life. Unlike most, not only they understood what I was looking for, they also found it in another store(my puffed feet could only fit in the massive 41.5) and delivered within 10 minutes. Finally a timeless pair of shoes that could proudly be inherited to my female descendants. Yes I will have,eventually, mom. What’s the rush?