On my way home from work, I glimpsed this lovely scene in the Repetto window. I had to stop and capture it in a photo. I have a bouquet of old pointe shoes at my parents house that I will never throw away... years of hours in the studio, so proud to finally be dancing en pointe. I wouldn't dream of putting on a pair today; I love the feeling of the wood floor under my feet. But at the time, those pointe shoes meant so much to my young dancer-self.