notes from an urban hibernation

Paris : Simon Cutts & Erica Van Horn


On the day when I walked past this shoe repair shop in the 13th arrondissement I did not question the fact that it was closed.  The painted notice on the door said that the shop was closed on Saturday and Sunday.  It was a Saturday as I was passing. Or was it a Sunday?  Or was it any other day? At the time, I was mostly taken by its shades of red and the fine hand-painted lettering.  Since I have had the photograph to look at I have found myself wondering when the shop was last open. It might have been months ago, or it might have been years since the shoe repair man was last open and working inside. It might have been on Friday.    EVH

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