The Bookshop Pigeon
A pigeon had taken up residence in the Dubray Books window on St. Patrick Street, wedged comfortably between Michael Palin and a Lonely Planet guide which is frankly better taste in travel literature than most of us manage. It sat there among the carefully arranged display like it had been hired for the job, unbothered by the Black Friday signage overhead or the passers-by stopping to gawp. One woman paused mid-stride, peered through the glass, and you could see the exact moment the penny […]


