We moved to Belfast last March and ever since then I have see a million signs on the highways proclaiming “Moose Crossing” or “Beware of Moose”.   I have not see one moose, nada, niente.  Now, friends tell me I don’t want to see a moose, especially if I am in a car because in the battle of car and moose, apparently the moose always wins.

The closest thing I have gotten to a moose is moose moccasins.  I am in love with my moose shoes; they are so warm and cuddly, unlike moose on a highway.  For months, I passed Colburn Shoe Store on Main Street in Belfast, convinced they did not carry my city-slicker Gucci and Prada shoes (yes, the Devil Wears Prada as well as many a city girl like me!).   BTW, I was right on that score: no Gucci in Colburn’s.  Then early in October, a girlfriend from DC came to visit and promptly headed into this cute shoe store, dragging me in tow.   Now, I am a total convert to Colburn’s and moose moccasins.

Colburn’s is of course the oldest shoe store in the USA — it is 177 years old, for those with subtraction challenges, that translates into an opening year of 1832, the same year that Alexis de Tocqueville visited America, prompting him to write Democracy in America. (I had to get in my political science training somewhere!).  Anyway, if you visit Belfast, stop in Colburn’s for your moose shoes (they come in men’s and women’s, black and brown).

ciao, Diana