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> >Hello Anita and hugo, thank you very much for your >response and your reply which I read carefully. >Indeed, we are true barefoot city dwellers. >Yes, I go barefoot with them as much as possible. >Let's say I'm with them 70% of the time. My children >are barefoot 100% of the time. >I can see why your kids like rounded paving stones. >It's one of the best textures to discover and feel. > >Let me tell you about my day. > >Today, my two sons and I spent another exciting day >wandering the city barefoot. We started by shopping at >the local supermarket. > >Going to the supermarket barefoot was an exciting and >unique experience. As soon as we entered the store, we >were greeted by a wave of coolness tickling our feet, >a pleasant contrast to the heat outside. My sons >seemed carefree, striding enthusiastically through the >aisles, their bare feet gliding across the smooth >supermarket floor. > >I could see their little toes flexing on contact with >the cold tiles, but they didn't mind. On the contrary, >they seemed happy to feel every texture beneath their >feet. Their eyes sparkled with wonder as they >discovered the colorful stalls, and their feet >naturally guided them to the shelves that intrigued >them. > >Despite a few curious glances from other customers, we >felt comfortable in our skin, or rather, in our bare >feet. People sometimes looked at us with astonishment, >but others smiled at us, perhaps understanding that >this was simply our way of life, and that it wasn't >doing anyone any harm. > >We filled our basket with fresh fruit, and all sorts >of staples. My sons had fun trying to roll the cart >with their bare feet, creating moments of playfulness >in this usually so serious place. > >As we left the supermarket, we were greeted by the >warm summer sun. Bags full of groceries in hand, we >made our way back home, our bare feet once again >treading the city's asphalt, on our way to new >adventures. > >And even though our feet had become a little dirtier >as a result of this escapade, their dirtiness was a >tangible sign of our shared joy, our complicity as a >family, and our willingness to explore life in our own >unique way. > >Afterwards, we had lunch in a friendly little café, >The hot tile floor under our feet was a constant >reminder of our unique way of life, but that didn't >stop us from enjoying our meal as a family. > >In the afternoon, we visited a beautiful park, where >fresh grass tickled our feet and trees offered us >their soothing shade. My sons joined a group of >children playing soccer, and soon they were all >barefoot, united in their desire to have fun. > >At the end of the day, as the sun began to set, we >returned home, exhausted but happy. Our feet were >dirty, covered in dust and little marks of urban >adventures. Looking at their blackened feet, I was >reminded that dirt was only an insignificant part of >the picture. What really mattered were the precious >memories we had created together, the shared moments >of complicity and discovery.

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