Goodbye Stan Smiths

Seung Eun dropped me off at Seoul station to catch the 1900 back to Busan. For a change we weren't running for the train which allowed for one last bit of business. A bit scruffy but possibly of use I left the battered Stan Smiths outside the station near to where the people without a permanent roof sit. A lady cleaning the station didn't seem to understand my idea (despite my gesticulations). She headed towards them as we had to make our way to the platform - maybe she was my size.