Look! Up in the Sky!
The other evening, I was walking down a street of Trastevere to meet some friends for aperitivo. A woman near me puts up an umbrella. Someone else lifts his hood. Something’s wrong, I thought. It’s not raining. Then it hit me. Literally. Bird poo. All over my neck.
I learned that there are tons of birds in that area and they flood the skies and trees. Julia heard that they should have flown south by now, but the warm weather has driven them mad and they don’t know what to do. So more and more keep flocking to the area. And staying. And pooing.