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There is one strange thing I do really cannot understand through Parisian streets: lost bicycles... I mean bicycles being parked, attached, from a very very long time in the street. How can you do this? I understand someone giving up his car, polluting and unuseful in Paris. But a bicycle?... A bicycle is made for being ridden, every day, or every week, if you are a very lazy person...
Démembré pour ne pas être volé... / Dismembered to avoid thefts...
Abandonné parce que trop petit? / Abandoned because too small?
Je me meurs... / I am dying...
Mais, heureusement... / But, happily...