As I approached him, on the same footpath, I thought that he must eventually look up and see me, and I was trying to decide between giving him a smile or a more appropriate look of incredulity. But with the dedication and focus of a true professional - or perhaps someone who had already lost too many shoes through moments of distraction - he just continued on with his detailed observations, ignoring me or oblivious to me.
He picked the shoes up briefly, but as "the eye is not satisfied with seeing", so too it seems the fingers are not satisfied with fondling, and so he put them back down to ponder some more.
Two hours later, as I walked back that way, he was away. So were the shoes.
As if it had never happened. But it had.
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