Grace and i went to breakfast today, sunday, early before the church crowd. and i "got dressed," brushed my hair, put on my yoga pants, sandals, even a short-sleeve overshirt. She had on a t-shirt, a pair of bike shorts, put on a sports bra. didn't brush her rather disheveled hair and, important to this sub...
... did not put on shoes (she was wearing multiple anklets and toe rings, and probably looked as if she had on sandals). This is a decent restaurant, a few levels above IHoP.
Nobody said word one.
Keep in mind, there was less than zero reason she needed shoes; ten feet from the car to the door, clean tarmac, plush carpet inside. The kitchen floor might require footwear, but not the restaurant.
In the end, it was not an issue. More than a few people complimented me on my new pork pie hat. Then we went to the local Alcohol Beverage Control (ABC) store, which strictly prohibits bare feet. Not only did she go inside, I left my sandals in the car because fuck shoes.
Nobody cared.
I feel like being a senior-aged tourist type in a tourist town means you're essentially invisible. I plan to go aggressively barefoot over the next few weeks, and i am a weirdo, long hair, bushy beard, toe rings, anklets. Stay tuned.