There’s a certain romance to the idea of wandering the world on foot, but let’s not kid ourselves—age has a way of making its presence known, and nowhere is that more evident than in our feet. I used to think nothing of traipsing across a city from sunrise to last call, but these days, my arches demand attention. My heels file complaints. My toes, once carefree, now require tender loving care. If you’re like me—old enough to remember when “comfortable shoes” meant something your mother wore, and now wise enough to know she was right all along—you’ll know that travel…
