The small town in which I grew up had a similar shoe repair shop except the adjoining store was a dry cleaner. The shoe repair establishment had a unique smell of the combination of tanning chemicals, new leather, shoe adhesive, rubber heels (Cat's Paw) and shoe polish and dye. It was run by a Russian immigrant man and his son and they could fix anything and even built footwear from nothing. I used to love the smell of the place and had no idea how very dangerous all these chemicals and fumes were but they both did die very young. The dry cleaners also had its own unique fragrance blend, carbon tet and other unknown fumes but I found their odors much less appealing. I am not a bloodhound but I am very sensitive to smells and my memories of everything usually have a distinct aroma associated with them. My great aunt's house was cabbage and mothballs.

The window was neatly repaired without wait.

eat at the Good Food Cafe? (I guess a couple of the original painted panes are missing.)

Any resemblance between the half-soles installed here and the breaded veal cutlet served next door is strictly fortuitous.