Cafe Nero, Covent Garden, around the corner from the Covent Garden Ballet. Here, I came across a young ballet student and her twin brother, Italians, both studying in London. Lovely people. And she happened to be preparing a couple of pairs of ballet shoes. They were new shoes but needed some work to make them functional: ribbons on one pair that would tie around her ankles; reinforcement on the toes of the other pair so they would stand up to the rigours of en pointe. She told me that she gets through a pair, at £40.00 a pop, in a week and a half of heavy rehearsals. And she is getting through them at the moment as she has been rehearsing for a production that she is in that starts tomorrow.
Miraculously, I had the 105 macro with me: right lens, right situation: bingo.
Good luck, btw, anonymous ballet student - I hope you knock 'em dead!




Sometimes, life is just wonderful. Sometimes.