Watched brilliant situation. Stopping, full of people. All rush to passing taxis and buses. Trolley buses maneuvering between people. The noise, the roar. In the middle of the road is a piece of French bread, on the very same stop marking a flock of pigeons. Birds are smart, know when to pull off the loaf from the road, then it will be taken away other birds. So they run out on one foot on the road, carefully skirting the crowd and cars, pinch off a piece and come back.
And so in turn. Until not eaten all the bread.