London is a wonderful city, and England is a great country, but there are some things they get wrong.

For instance, to turn a light off, you hit the light switch up, instead of down. That's just counterintuitive. They also call crackers "biscuits for cheese" to differentiate them from the biscuit cookie things they have with tea. Wouldn't it just be easier to call them "crackers"? They also have a hard time placing trash cans in convenient areas ... as in, I can never find one when I want one. Surprisingly, the streets are spotless, but I suspect that everyone is carrying around lots of garbage in their purses all the time since there's nowhere to throw things away. I know I am.

However, London does many things right, such as public transportation, preserving history, and ... shoes. Now before you judge me for being shallow and writing a blog post about heels, let me defend myself. I have been filtering all of my purchases here by asking the question, "Is this something unique to London — something I can only get here?" And for the amazing black heels I bought, the answer is a resounding YES.

I can walk in them well (which is saying a lot — I promise), they didn't give me blisters when I walked to a performance the other day, and they are the tallest and sassiest shoes I've ever owned. I love them. I'm going to marry them.

London does shoes right. I would like to buy about six more pairs while I'm here. While I know my mom and best friend would definitely approve, I don't think they'd all fit in my suitcase. There's too much trash in there.