Those carefree moments, throwing shoes to the side when they were holding up the party, they’re long gone.

This sign appeared on a telegraph pole on Victoria Street, Darlinghurst, last week.

It’s rainy and grey. The party season’s gone and the summer sun has faded. All those shoes people left around town on debauched long weekends are hanging long in their memories.

Discarded shoes keep showing up across the neighbourhood.

These two pairs of heels, one a sort of fawn boot, and the other a bit more sensible, appeared on Bourke Street, Woolloomooloo, down near Harmer Street.

Just as I was beginning to really wonder what was going on, I hit the motherlode.

The silly season seemed quieter this year. The fireworks weren’t quite so explosive, not quite as much rubbish on Darlinghurst Road the next morning, and so on. But maybe that was just here. Maybe the kick-off-the-shoes urge was greater elsewhere.