The septuagenarian aspect is merely speculation, although it’s almost certain that she’s somewhere around that age, but however old the lady is, it seems that she’s always shining shoes in the same spot, as, whenever I’m in Asakusa, I always look out for her.
And yet as strangely reassuring as the sight of her is, it’s a scene that also makes me rather sad. So much so in fact that I always have the urge to sit down beside her and see how she is. How long she’s been there. And how long she hopes to stay.
But for countless reasons I can’t; no matter how much I wish I could.