“Sparrows and blue tits had hopped timidly toward her, fearing to become earthbound again, ready to retreat back into the air at the slightest suspicious movement, then had come to rest at her feet, ever more numerous, drawn up in a semicircle like a chorus of beggars. Some of the bolder souls no longer hesitated to leap onto the bench, even onto the woman’s thighs or arms. Attracted by the feast, a robin chased away its fellow creatures with stabs of its beak, and even clumsy pigeons waddled fo...rward. The picture intrigued me. It wasn’t that I hadn’t witnessed a scene like this a hundred times: a strange woman giving the birds a treat, regardless of those around her. But one thing was different today: this woman’s appearance defied the cliché. She wasn’t a bag lady, she wasn’t poor or old, her strawberry blonde hair had only recently been tended to at the salon, she was wearing a stylish clear linen pantsuit, and her amber complexion was redolent of vacations by the sea or in the mountains, in other words the leisure of the well-to-do.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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