My shoes (always laced), like those Felix Leclerc spoke about in his song, are well traveled. Once I have adopted a pair, my shoes follow me everywhere, in my wanderings and my commute. I changed soles, laces and heels of these many times. Cobblers do not react in the same way, to my way of walking that makes heels wear on the left. Some, glad they have found a great client, who will return every three months, offer discounts to retain me. Others advised me not to remake the sole, believing that it could still hold a bit. Recently, a cobbler in Nelson redid the heel of my shoe and assured me they would last. I said nothing, because I know that whatever heels one puts on my shoes, it has to be redone every three months. When I returned there some time ago, the cobbler was appalled that I had screwed up his work. Unable to get used to the idea of seeing me in three months, he suggested, rather impatiently, that given the way I walk (his look told me it was not the heels that represented the problem, but me), it would be better to put something stronger to protect the sensitive area of the shoes. So I found myself with armored shoes, as in ancient times. My heels will last a little longer, probably not as long as the cobbler hope, but they still a little longer.