Back home (Paris I)

I am in Paris so blogging will be as erratic as the internet connections in the city of light.

Yesterday in line to see a movie. The man exiting the previous screening makes his way toward a bike attached to a lamp post right in front of the theater. He is wearing a suit and a yellow bike helmet. While unlocking his bike, another bike locked to the post collapses on the ground. He does not seem to notice and jumps on his bike, ready to cycle away when another man called after him. He has a large beard and a dyed T-shirt. "Aren't you going to pick the bike up?", he shouts. The guy on his bike answers with a smirk, "No, I don't give a damn about that bike!" ("Non, j'en ai rien à foutre de ce vélo!") and he disappears in two pedal strokes. The T-shirt guy is speechless and pikes up the bike himself.
It's good to be back home.