A thin, ragged pedlar with a basket on his back glances back at a run-down inn, where a couple lingers in the doorway and a man relieves himself against the wall. Ahead lies a closed gate. Once part of a lost triptych with Bosch's Ship of Fools, the roundel is read either as a man choosing between vice and virtue or as the Prodigal Son.
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He wears a shoe on one foot and a slipper on the other, and a small dog snaps at his leg. A cat's skin hangs from his basket.
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