This post will be short, but last week I was walking home from class and came upon a rather disturbing sight.
My building is in the 12th arrondissement, next to the beautiful Parc de Bercy and La Cinématèque Française, a film museum, library, and theatre occasionally showing classic American and French films. The Cinémathèque is a beautiful building and has purple lights illuminating the sidewalk around it, giving it an artsy, Hollywood glow.
But the scene I witnessed last week was far more tragic. There, upon the stone sidewalk with its very own violet spotlight was a dead pigeon.
The pigeons even die with tragic, dramatic beauty. What is Paris!