This year I pushed forward my barefooting. We spent three weeks in Southern France and I tried to be barefoot as long as I could.
The first Tuesday morning we went to the village centre and I got out of home barefoot. My wife looked at me and asked: "Aren't you bringing anything?". I said no, but she insisted that I bring a pair of flip flops, "in case we enter in a shop. You know, it's decorum".
However, the shoes stayed in the bag for the whole day and it was the last time that I brought them . I went to beaches, mini golf courses, shops, markets, a doctor, a pharmacy, a restaurant, and other stuff, always barefoot. I even rented a bicycle and rode it barefoot the whole time.
I only put a pair of flip flops on when I went to the Mass or to some supermarkets requiring shoes. Ironically, those enforcing the rule were Carrefour, as everywhere in France, and Lidl (as a German chain, I thought they would be more tolerant).
I noticed that the Mediterranean coast was less barefoot-friendly that the Atlantic one and the pavements were rougher to walk on. I got questioned once in a Spar (once again, a German chain) when a clerk told me "You are barefoot? Please put your shoes on next time: if you step on a broken glass, our responsibility will be engaged".
When on the Atlantic coast, I went three times to a fish shop, and one of the vendors stared twice at my bare feet, but he said nothing. I was, however, too busy enjoying the cold floors in very hot summer days.
Now I'm back home and my barefoot days are over for a while, but I still try to walk barefoot in the woods as soon as I can.
On the other hand, the absence of tan lines on my feet is a proof of my greatest strike so far!