I was sitting in a cafe in Siena and there was this cute little vintage shop right in front of me. There was a little boy in the shop, who I guessed was the son of the owner. He seemed quite at home and knew what he was doing while helping others inside.
Then he came outside and sat on one of the little chairs with a white shirt ( probably an old one ) in his hand. He noticed that I had a camera and was a bit shy about it.
I tried not to make him uncomfortable but I was also curious about what he was up to. I managed not to pay attention to him and I think I was able to make him forget me for a while. He started sewing, probably repairing a part of the shirt. Left handed, he was quite skillful and he seemed like he had done it before.