Now, as the ship neared the shore, after a five-day voyage, he stood proudly on the deck and considered all the things that revealed themselves to him one by one. From time to time, he adjusted his cape or the lace cuffs of his shirt, he smoothed the embroidered velvet skirts of his coat, he admired his glossy stockings and, above all, his red-heeled shoes, his pride and joy, the latest fashion at Versailles, or at least so he had been told by the merchant from whom he bought them...

• Zilele noastre marunte / Our Paltry Days

• Cezar Amariei