Attack of the Pigeons

I never thought a place could have more pigeons (aka flying rats) than NYC; but, Paris reigns number one in my book. There are birds everywhere, trying to attack me I feel like, I had a sparrow buzz my head the other day and I swear the wings grazed my ear! A pigeon pooped on my hand this morning, I didn’t know what it was at first and tried to shake it off until I realized what had fallen out of the tree (not a bug). Of course today was the day I forgot to put my antiseptic wipes in my bag, thank goodness for the metal pole that was next to me and the abundance of antibacterial gel I was carrying (how would I have eaten my éclair?). I guess I should be thankful it wasn’t my head. Note to self: remember to always carry a hat from now on. Five years in NYC and never an incident, 4 days in Paris and ick! I hate those things.