I'm reposting this from my Flickr photostream. There is a park in Old San Juan where you go and feed the pigeons. Yeah, I don't really get it either, but in this park (as in many places in San Juan) there is public sculpture.
It was weird... this public sculpture. It left me with the feeling that these people had all died -- they just took off their shoes and fell off a cliff or possibly something sinister had happened to them. It was like going to a concentration camp and seeing toothbrushes laid out for the people who never came back to use them. I suspect that wasn't the artist's intention, just my black heart rearing it's ugly head.
I leave for London tomorrow. Hoorah!