This isn't the first time I've wished to be British. It's not even the first time today. From the upper-crust accents to the sweeping moors to the sweet shoes, England is the place for me. Were I to land in London right now (with young William's inheritance of course), I would be racing toward these red patent beauties from Beatrix Ong (199 pounds) as soon as my plane hit the tarmac.

I love the round toe, the high (but not too high) heel and, most especially, the strap. A modified mary-jane for Bridget Jones on the pull.

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