We are going up an escalator when we notice a man in front of us with an enormous Aum symbol freshly tattooed on his left calf. In his forties, he is wearing knee-long pants and sneakers. “A man of spirit,” chuckles my beloved. “And a flatfooted one at that,” I chuckle and point at the soles of his sneakers, which are worn out pretty badly on the inside. God only knows what is wrong with me, but I spot people with flat feet wherever I go. Not even a daft tattoo can stop me.