Where the dog disappeared with its prey, Arianna noticed a rope stretched between two poles hastily dug. From it hung a pair of boots, covered from the sun striped awning. - Look, - she said to the Rhine - this is where you can choose a pair of boots. She returned to the box, gave the mirror disappointed owner and start pushed through the crowd to the merchant boots. Just once there, she noted that the Rhine disappeared again. Arianna did not mind a little wait in the shade under the tent, where they were spread out all kinds of leather goods: saddles, harnesses and belts. She stood there, looking at them and deeply inhaling the delicious scent that is particularly fond of. "The smell of good leather, - she thought, - this is a purely masculine scent. It always reminded me of the Rhine. "