Victor's, in Burbank. Unfortunately, right now, I don't need a shoe mender's, wonderful sign of a hanging shoe, or not... I need a suitcase mender (and Victor's, of much vaunted shoe-mending skills, is meant to be wonderful in this respect, too ...). Almost three years ago, the handle was (mercilessly) ripped off my favorite (Samsomite, expensive, limited edition) suitcase by a minicab driver in London, who seeminly had never previously lifted a suitcase out of his trunk/boot, and although I've done wonders with Duck tape, it's time to get it mended. But he doesn't know if he'll be able to ... All the same, the sign was worth the trip ...
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