The sighting of the espadrille

Mary Jane's less talked about cousin

Last week I noticed a woman wearing espadrilles somewhere between south Brooklyn and lower Manhattan. Then another, and another. I registered the first two sightings with a subtle, “oh, hello, shoe I’ve forgotten. Nice to see you again,” but by the third time, I started to get excited. Was I witnessing the beginnings of an organic trend?

Espadrilles, a s…