
Today Elaine and I went for a walk to the neighborhood market. I had my backpack since I planned to do some work afterwards. Sadly this favorite backpack had a torn handle, and in the US would have been headed for the trash.
On the way home I saw a cobbler, and (using sign language) asked if she could fix it. She carefully disassembled it, made some modifications, then restitched it with her manual sewing machine. It's better than new! I came back for the photo of her shop on the street, but she was too shy to have her photo taken.