I walk down this street nearly every day when I’m in Paris but I’ve never noticed the bird before. High up above a café door, the metal rod, sticking out at right angles to the wall looks as if it might once have held a swinging sign.  Now there’s just the blackbird.  Seen against the light the bird is a simple silhouette with the eye a pin hole of light.  Caught at the right angle the wing feathers stand out in relief and the bird looks ready to fly.