Breakfast at the café on a narrow road across from the church with tea, tartine and croissants.
A car starts up the road.
A pigeon jumps off the sidewalk and looks at the car and stops Tainmmen Square defiance in its body.
The woman can see the pigeon over the steering wheel and stops.
I take another bite of croissant, chew it and swallow followed by a sip of tea.
No movement from the opponents.
I finish my croissant.
The bird ruffles his wings and settles back down.
The woman inches forward, but she can still see the bird.
I butter my tartine and take a bite.
Slowly the bird turns and walks toward my table.
Laughing the woman drives on.
The bird pecks at crumbs from my croissant that have fallen to the ground.
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