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Two feelings which trot both in my spirit at the moment in herring barrel time when I find myself in the streets of Paris; at the same time delight to see cyclists who trust their own strengths to move in a not aggressive and not polluting way, and at the same time, annoyance to see that they remain so few in the whole of the parisian traffic... It is necessary to count a cyclist for maybe thirty or forty cars... Why do not we manage to look like in Amsterdam, Berlin or Copenhagen? Us, French people, have a fault of size: the vanity. It seems that Paris is the most beautiful city of the world, but according to whom? The French people, doubtless, who always think that all other peoples aspire only to look like us... As in height of the other domains, as for the urban traffic, it is a rough error...
Vélib...
Petit vélo noir! / Small black bicycle!
Petit vélo bleu! / Small blue bicycle!
Gracile... / Graceful...
Concentrée... / Concentrate...
Occupée avec le téléphone... / Searching in the phone...
Face à la furie... / Facing fury...
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