The clouds part, the angels chorus, a singly ray of sunlight beams down from the sky and the earth stops moving. The second coming you might think. Not yet. It’s Schuh on Oxford Street. This is what happens upon my first encounter with the heavenly shoe shop. Imagine having every single beautiful shoe ever made at your immediate disposal – Dr Martens of every size, shape and colour, the magnificent platforms of T.U.K, and a multitude of heels that the Harajuku girls on the streets of Tokyo would break necks to stake their claim to. Of course, the grey English sky returns and the angels’ chorus fades into the distance as I gradually become aware that the shoes are only at my disposal if I can cough up the cost. (more…)