Update: The pigeon above sat next to me for twenty minutes at SacreCoeur. I did not take pictures of Sacre Coeur, instead the pigeon. He eventually turned toward me and scootched a few inches in my direction, but didn't make eye contact in that phase. When the girl next to us lit up a cigarette, he ruffled his feathers and slumped his neck, not as happy as pigeons go when it comes to cigarettes. Then he schootched to the side when someone blocked his panoramic glimpse of Paris again. People were not very considerate to the pigeon at the Sacre Coeur. I doubt he is going back.
My favorite part of our time together, was when a huge flock of pigeons were terrorizing the mass of tourists crouched on the gradual slope and the pigeon ruffled his feathers annoyedly, as if those menacing teenagers were up to no good again. He didn't even consider flying in the direction of the horizon with all of them, he just retracted his head into his oily, tea kettle cockpit and darted his yellow eyes around for bits of barbeque ruffled chips.
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