I am sure that you cannot help but notice the wistful thoughtfulness of this picture. I was taking a contemplative moment to mourn the demise of the pigeons in Trafalgar Square.
If I had posed for this picture ten or so years ago I would surely have had several pigeons perched on my head, a bit of poop on my shoulder perhaps and I would be clutching small cup of grain that I had purchased for a few pence from the pigeon food vendor. Alas no more!
“Feed the birds, tuppence a bag, tuppence, tuppence, tuppence, a bag” rings hollow in my ears ….
What would Julie Andrews and Dick Van Dyke make of it all?
What lingering memory will the gentleman with the white carrier bag, eating his sandwiches as he leans against the great fountains take back of London? Certainly not one of being surrounded by pigeons and the sound of their flapping wings filling the air.