I just love this. I was walking down a side street, not far from Borough Market, when I saw this man working quietly in the workshop.
I’m calling him a bicycle repairman, but maybe he’s a bicycle builder.
He didn’t see me. I didn’t speak to him. He was absorbed in his work, and it added something indefinable and jewellike to my day. Thank you bicycle repairman. Next time I walk by, maybe I’ll interrupt your concentration because i should like to know more.