“You’d better wash your hands now,” Kelli shouted across Piazza San Marco. “They’re covered in bird germs.”
But we had no bathroom, no quiet tiled corner in which to rinse off our palms. Like the pigeons, we looked – we were – homeless. Ever on the move, wherever a whim might take us. Sometimes we circled back upon ourselves, other times we chased down sudden directions.
Today we were leaving Venice. Maybe we’d catch a train through Innsbruck, Austria – or detour west to Spain?
Like the pigeons, we, too, collected dirt and food scraps and spare hours as we roamed. I wondered if people rushed to a soapy sink after meeting us?
But no matter. At least, for short distances, we could all fly away.
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Too Mutch For Words 
This is such a creative interpretation to this week’s theme. You visiting Venice and the birds flying to flock around you. You look so happy and the pigeons seem to think you’re a queen 🙂 On a side note, the pigeons look very similar to the ones I see in Melbourne (Australia) where I live 🙂
Thanks, Mabel! The sound and fury of a hundred wings swooshing around me was a pretty cool moment. So you enjoy the birds in Melbourne, too? It’s a universal of travel: no matter where you go, you’re sure to find pigeons : )
Yes, I love the birds in Melbourne. Once I was sitting on a bench in the city eating pizza and all of a sudden, a flock of birds were standing at my feet. I threw them a bit of crust and, well, more birds flew my way.
That’s so true – pigeons are everywhere! And they look the same too, most of the time 🙂
Next trip…pack the wet wipes…lol 😀
Good idea : ) My friend has a dramatic aversion to these ‘winged rats’ and refused to even shake my hand for the rest of the day!