For weeks I kept on finding boxes of tea still in their plastic wrapping on the ledge just below our apartment. I couldn't figure out who would be throwing them down; I know all the neighbors and didn't know which one would amuse themselves in this way.
Time passed and one day, I heard something clink against the window. I hustled to look outside and saw a man with a long gray beard, in a shabby parka and hood, throwing coins on to our ledge. Aha. There was our answer. The items came from below.
And so, periodically, we find new items on the ledge. Most recently some plastic container attached to magazines, and big hunks of bread.
The pigeons were happy with the bread, but I wasn't.
So, I decided to shove them off the ledge. But before I did, I told my husband about the bread and he discovered something else. Ah, my heart jumped with joy! There, on the street, was something I had always wanted.
When I first moved to Paris, the street gifted me with an old-fashioned desk. And now, if we got dressed and down the street quickly enough, then we would have our long wished-for coffee table.
Success! Thanks Village Idiot for leading us to our Paris gift.
