Women in Japan have tiny little feet. If you want to know how the Brobdingnags felt meeting Gulliver, shopping for shoes in Japan is for you. Nothing fits. That said the two hour rummage for shoes in the Ginza was a joy. It lead me to these shboots by Parcours Paris. After two days of blisters, bee stings and bleeding toes I just wanted the footwear equivalent of having a dog sleeping on my feet. Noisy Boy calls these my wolf shoes. They are a reminder of the best holiday that I ever had.