Finding your feet

I love finding things on the street, on the beach, just about anywhere. Found objects always have a story to tell. Spotted these next to the communal dustbins outside a block of flats. The owner had obviously decided they weren't good enough to take to a charity shop, or perhaps she just couldn't be bothered. But they had been neatly laid out near the kerb rather than tossed in the bin, suggesting that she thought they might find a home on someone else's feet.

There could be a hundred stories attached to these shoes. I'd love to know who put them there.