Why did I bring the yellow duck boots?

I got to Paris with approx 3x the luggage of my fellow travelers, and about 4x the quantity of pink clothing. I tried to pack light, but apparently I suck at it. One week and 8 flights of stairs later, I'm finally unpacked and settled chez my host family. I've only had to use my umbrella once when it was sprinkling, and my yellow rubber duck boots are watching me from the corner. Even on the plane, I didn't want to wear them because I thought they'd stand out to much. On a plane, where nobody sees your feet, even you. Instead, I threw them in one of my 3 rolling bags, and retreated to the security of my converses. Maybe one day I'll feel kick-ass enough to whip 'em out and blind the Parisian population with their lemon-daffodil-sunshiney goodness. Just not this week. And probably not the next.