Urban Diary

As long as the shoe fits… all is fine in the world

No, Gil, that’s not your revolution. That queue is… for shoes (photo by author)

The queue wound around the Rio Cinema in Dalston. It stretched past my favourite pizza hangout, Voodoo Ray’s, and stopped just before Gillett Square.

I approached a woman. “What’s this crowd for”. “Miista” (she pronounced it “Mista”, with a short /ɪ/). I was none the wiser, though.