soul city

a shop of the old fashioned kind, keys and shoes...

a wonderful spring day, so stand in the sun and tolerate passing blippers...

although he does, always, get my custom...he saved a beloved pair of boots once upon a time, although my feet killed them 6 months afterwards...

sometimes these shops, their individuality, seems almost an anachronism; when places like these remain.. they kindle, for me, almost a memory of villages eaten by the urban sprawl...there's little other than pound shops, charity shops, a pub and a bookies and takeaways, surrounding him...decaying streets appearing to be the excrement of the superstore chains moving into "metro" mode...

there was a well known chain of competitors for him opened up across the road which, i think, is gone now...

an oddly reflective and slightly melancholic rant...