”Arma virumque cano” is the first full sentence I learned in Latin. It’s the opening line to Virgil’s “Aeneid” and means “I sing of arms and the man.” Clearly, I’m not Virgil, even after four years of high school Latin and an award from a classical society for my epic rewrite of the “Fall of Pompei.” Epically bad, that is. So I will narrow my horizons for this column: I speak of feet and the woman. The feet belong to the woman who is married to the president and they are by all accounts quite lovely, especially when encased in stratospherically high heels.