An American in Provence

Every weekday morning, when I arrive at my office around 7:30 am, I spend about ten minutes walking around and opening up all the shutters. Across from one of the windows is a small niche in the side of the building across the street. There is a small window, which I am guessing is for a bathroom or at the top of the stairs or something. It seems to be the

Permanent Protected Perfect Pigeon Perch Place

because every time I look, there is at least one pigeon there. They seem to have made a nest, which will be an unpleasant surprise if someone ever opens the window and hits a pigeon on it's rear- tons of feathers, Pigeon Poop, and who knows what else will come cascading in.