So there you have it, ladies. Whatever shoe your feet fancy, Prague will let them have it! The cobblestone will be gentle, so I hear. I admire you, ladies, who are talented enough to brave the broken streets in 4-inch zebra-print heels, effortlessly hopping over water puddles only to gracefully land on the first step of tram 26. I’ll be there to applaud you, sitting in the back of the tram in my Nikes, probably with one shoe untied, thinking about how my feet hurt from all the walking added to my new Czech Republic lifestyle.