The old cobbler stretches his left arm high, waxed thread running taut down to the sole he is stitching. A black boot rests on his knee over a pale apron, and the bench at his side holds a bowl of nails, a jar and rows of small tools. Lasts and offcuts fill the space beneath the table, with shoes scattered across the floor. Olive trousers and a cream shirt keep the palette quiet around the work of his hands.