pigeon attack

~Truffelschwein and i stayed across the square or plaza or whatever the fuck it was. we stayed in a very uptight swiss hotel.

i don't think they liked us much. we had one of the biggest rooms they had to offer and they didn't like us.

well ... they were amused.

we were "checked in" by in inordinately tall girl. i asked her if she played volleyball and she said she did.

like i should be fucking surprised.

anyway ... we walked past this goddammed square so many damn times.

there were always people making photos.

there was a chick-shooter doing a shoot with a woman on a vespa.

the model (cough-cough) ... hmm ... it must have been for some modern maturity magazine.

not that i'd turn down their dayrate, mind you.

be kinda fun.

and what the fuck does this have to do with pigeons.

abso-fucking-lutely nothing.

but that square had a lot of the little bastards.

and of the 20 times i walked through it ...

this was the biggest grouping of the gross-ass bastards.

ya' know what i regret? that woman center frame left has a photo of me ... and i would have liked to have seen it.

for some reason, though, my short term memory was acting up and i forgot.

dammit.

leica m6 ttl. 35/1.4 summilx. overcast (like thats a surprise). 1/125th at f5.6 1/2. ilford delta 100 (normal)