I was riding my bike through the streets of Vienna one time, thoroughly enjoying the weather (springtime is glorious in Austria), and suddenly I got hit on the

I was riding my bike through the streets of Vienna one time, thoroughly enjoying the weather (springtime is glorious in Austria), and suddenly I got hit on the head by some object.. really hurt, so I slammed on the brakes, checked for blood, found a lump .. and then scanned around for the rock that hit me, thinking it’d ricocheted off a car or something .. turns out, it was a NOSE! Fallen off a statute on the top of a building I was riding past .. still got it somewhere, just as a lucky keepsake to use when I can’t find my rubber duck .. and every time I ride past that spot, I check and sure enough yup, one of those dastardly Venus’s or Apollonia’s or whatever it is, sits there, eternally nose-less from now on .. I mean, I’m not climbing up there to glue it on, and although I’m pretty sure there’s a department suitably led by an Austrian bureaucrat devoted to the subject of re-attaching lost parts of Vienna’s buildings, I don’t think I have the temerity to face the effort of bringing a fallen nose in for assessment …