Paris, c'est fini...

When I came back from Normandy, where I passed a very good week end with François, my ex-boyfriend, I never found my bicycle! During 2 years, they never stole it, but today it's a sign : my parisian life is over! My bicyle was the first element for my balance in Paris.
(yes, it's the weel and the lock of my ex-lovely bicycle which I hold in my hands!)

By chance, my favourite P.D. (Président-Délégué) is always there to help me in similar circumstances! :)