Still unware of the carnage at my feet, I careless crush bridges and buildings under my feet, with some of the buildings not being able to clear the platforms of my sandals, the heels towering over cars and buildings alike. The tiny burg also suffers the indignity of having my heels dropped in the middle of town, a testament to the superiority of my feet and the domination of their city by my gigantic high heel sandals. I'll be back for Via Spiga sandals in Part VI.