The little wall there on the front of a shoe warehouse seemed just right for a rest stop.
Removing my heels one at a time and massaging my aching feet, felt so good, allowing me make the remainder of the journey to the hotel in less pain I thought.
As I was sitting on the wall, being all ladylike, my legs crossed as I fondled my feet, I noticed a car drive slowly by, the driver looking in my direction, and as the car disappeared around the corner.
I thought no more about it.