I have been walking by this guy at least two ore three times a week on the way to work for most of the last 12 years now, at three different jobs. For a while he vanished and then he reappeared — apparently he was stolen, and then recovered — but most of the time he just hangs out there, looking suave. And also, at least to someone, cold, because when I went by him one day last week he was wearing quite a nice jacket.
He’s got to be Hermes, right? Or, if not, at least some other messenger. He’s got the wingéd ankles.