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am one of the last left, you know,"
Madame Han tells onlookers. Madame Han is
84 years old, and has tiny bound feet. We
are in a shoemaker's in Shanghai and Madame
Han waits patiently as the shoe-maker's assistant
takes her measurements. "Strange to
think it was an erotic thing," the boss
Li Wanhong says to me as we watch. "To
us, the smell of rotting flesh would be unbearable.
But back then men wrote poems about the rich
smell."
Li's staff of five work from a front room
in an apartment in a residential area of
Shanghai's Pudong district, sitting among
piles of boxes ready to ship. Mainly, the
workshop produces handmade slippers in adult
sizes - but these former employees of the
state-owned Shanghai shoemaking factory are
also accidental heirs of a 1,000-year-old
tradition. "We don't really aim to make
money from the miniature shoes," Li
says. "But somebody has to do it."
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