I could not help thinking of what a kind lady wrote me only a couple of days ago.

She used to visit Geneva often some years ago and she was nicely surprised by the habit local people had, at restaurant and cafes terrace, to share their bread basket with birds, mostly sparrows, which are the cheekiest ones, maybe because their agility and their reduced dimension allow them to approach the wished bread slaloming easily among forks, cups and glasses....

It’s always interesting to see ourselves through other people’s eyes, because too often we don’t notice anymore what is too usual for us and we miss the freshness and the amusement which is in that.

It’s not the case, at least for me, in this little summer ritual.
I find it amusing and nice day after day, even though it’s just a little moment, as light as the flight of a sparrow...

In the relatively fresh air of early morning , we sit at a sidewalk cafe table and they join us.....