March 27, 2010
Ciao Cobbler!
On my first visit, I gave to you a beloved bag with a dangling strap.
You smiled, squinted over it, and cobbled it up.
Charge: gratis.
On my second visit, I gave to you a bad boot.
You smiled, squinted over it, and cobbled it up.
Charge: €1.
Viva my Red-Capped Cobbler!
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Dear Jann
That picture you took of your red-capped cobbler says a thousand words. I find it together with your poem very spiritual. I hope you don’t mind but I put it on our notice board where I teach yoga and meditation.
Grazie mille per il tuo capolavoro. Che ispirazione.
Hi Bud–sei un angelo! Of course I don’t mind if you put it on your yoga board! 🙂 How kind!
He’s a real gem! Does it smell good when you enter there, of leathers and oils?
There’s a shoe shop back in the town I live near in eastern Canada that is run by an Italian family and the papa used to be heard singing opera arias as he worked.
There’s the smell of old leather, feet, and oil, Louciao. Good? Hmmm. Sort of earthy.
Maybe you can collect all our shoes for repair! He’s a sweetie.
🙂
He is a little older DeNiro in a red cap.
Very astute of you, Dennis. He is!
My elderly cobbler walked six blocks up the hill in Noto to fix the arm on a leather chair. He was exhausted but the chair is perfect.
Wow, so cobblers make house calls in Sicily. Che bello.
What a beautiful person!
He and others like him are what I love about Sicily. Thanks for your comment, Lucan!
I think I’m in love!
🙂 He may already be taken 🙂
Like my nana would say, “They don’t make ’em like that no more, no more!”
That nana of yours is very wise & dear.