Apologies for cutting off his foot — I seem to have activated the “square” function on my phone, which, the more social-media savvy husband informs me, is meant for posting on Instagram. I blame the novocaine.

Coming home from the dentist yesterday, I came across this gentleman who looked not unlike Heinrich Zille, the illustrator who used to draw his predecessors on the streets of Berlin a century ago.

I’m not sure why he picked our neighbourhood rather than one of the many more touristy spots in the city (which surely would be more lucrative) but I was glad to see and hear him. I gave him some change and walked on much cheered, despite my aching jaws.