Ah, sad news. Our Florentine shoemaker, Stefano Bemer, has died. I called Thom, he was devestated. He'd only just received his pair of Derby loafers that we ordered. They came in march, six months later than expected, and we did wonder if something was wrong because Stefano's shoes never took more than a year to arrive. Well, we' ll have to visit the workshop, check out the apprentices. Or, possibly, the usurping relatives. Let's hope they cut the cloth. But if they don't, make no mistake, Thom and I will have to spread our wings. But I'll never forget that day on the Rue des Trois Freres, all those years ago, wearing your blue Oxford brogues, and the idea I had of myself then. So long Stefano.