I could see her nostrils flare as she breathed in the hot, moist aroma.
I walked on by a group of tourists who did a rest on two benches.
I could hear her take a sniff and she wrinkled up her nose and frowned.
I held the foot up and stared at the yellowish heel and ball of Auntie Jean's foot I'm sure I was drooling! These shoes belonged to someone who didn't wash their already very stinky, sweaty feet very often at all.
The second: This girl with somewhat small feet sat right in front of me and her feet were — guess — in the bottom right corner of my eyes.
I was sitting at a concrete wall and captured mature nylons.