In Italy, the pigeons are lovely this time of year
Good news, folks: I survived ten days of batchelorhood, as Mrs. Toast has returned from her trip to Venice. Here's just a few random photos of the scenic beauty she enjoyed while there:
Um, are you sensing a theme here?
It is a fact that Venice is ever-so-slowly-but-surely sinking into the sea, and from what I can tell from her photos this must be due to the tons of pigeon poop that accumulates every year in the Piazza San Marco.
I think there are a couple of other photos on her digital camera that are not of pigeons, and I'll try to pull out and post a couple of them soon. In the meantime, here's one shot taken in London's Gatwick airport that is sure to make Chandira homesick:
In case you're wondering, the reason she took this picture is because she knows that I sho'nuff do loves me some o'dat Walker's pure butter shortbread. Mmmmmm, yes. And there's nary a pigeon to be seen.
Um, are you sensing a theme here?
It is a fact that Venice is ever-so-slowly-but-surely sinking into the sea, and from what I can tell from her photos this must be due to the tons of pigeon poop that accumulates every year in the Piazza San Marco.
I think there are a couple of other photos on her digital camera that are not of pigeons, and I'll try to pull out and post a couple of them soon. In the meantime, here's one shot taken in London's Gatwick airport that is sure to make Chandira homesick:
In case you're wondering, the reason she took this picture is because she knows that I sho'nuff do loves me some o'dat Walker's pure butter shortbread. Mmmmmm, yes. And there's nary a pigeon to be seen.
posted by Mr. Toast @ 5/31/2007 10:23:00 AM
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4 Comments:
At 6/02/2007 10:18:00 AM,
Sphincter said…
Don't forget to send the Pizza Delivery Guy a Christmas card. You are probably old friends by now...
At 6/02/2007 02:54:00 PM,
Anonymous said…
Reminds of Gertrude Stein:
Pigeons on the grass alas.
Pigeons on the grass alas.
Short longer grass short longer longer shorter yellow grass. Pigeons
large pigeons on the shorter longer yellow grass alas pigeons on the
grass.
If they were not pigeons what were they.
If they were not pigeons on the grass alas what were they. He had
heard of a third and he asked about it it was a magpie in the sky.
If a magpie in the sky on the sky can not cry if the pigeon on the
grass alas can alas and to pass the pigeon on the grass alas and the
magpie in the sky on the sky and to try and to try alas on the
grass alas the pigeon on the grass the pigeon on the grass and alas.
They might be very well they might be very well very well they might
be.
Let Lucy Lily Lily Lucy Lucy let Lucy Lucy Lily Lily Lily Lily
Lily let Lily Lucy Lucy let Lily. Let Lucy Lily.
At 6/02/2007 02:59:00 PM,
Anonymous said…
Another memory from sitting in roughly the same place in the Piazza San Marco:
A Japanese tourist put bird seed in his hair, evidently thinking it might be fun to have the pigeons eat from the top of his head. This proved to be a very, very bad idea. The pigeons swarmed him. It was alike a scene from Hitchcock's "The Birds."
At 6/03/2007 09:39:00 AM,
SupaCoo said…
I'm glad I'm not the only one with pigeon problems.
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