Subject: Re: Feet
From: jason varsoke (jjv@caesun.msd.ray.com)
Date: Mon Feb 07 2000 - 11:08:55 EST
> The young man looked, first with amazement and then with a kind
> of respectful pity, AT MY FEET [capitalisation my own]. He must have
> seen in them confirmation of my continuous withdrawals, for he nodded
> understandingly.'
L-R,
When I was in Paris and throughout most of Europe, people kept looking
at my feet. I don't know why, but it was so frequent it was noticible. I
had black indoor soccer shoes on, which aren't that uncommon in Europe.
At one point I was in the Louve and the woman was staring at my feet. I
took a small piece of paper out of my notepad and wrote "Hi" on it then
slipped in between my laces. She looked at me startled and left. The
French are wierd.
-jason
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