I bet this woman made it out of this plaza without getting splattered by one drop of pigeon poop.
When I had just graduated from college, one of my frat buddies got married in Duluth, (which for you non-MN types is a port town on Lake Superior, the largest body of fresh water in the world)
Anyway, just before the ceremony some of us were standing in the parking lot talking with one of the groomsmen, Harry (the Dutchman). The groom went with the top of the line tuxedo rentals---tails, ascots, the whole nine yards. So we're talking under a beautiful blue sky, nothing to be seen above, and a big glob of seagull poop lands right on the Dutchman's shoulder, about 5 minutes before showtime.
Reality can be surreal at times.