Bicycle Thief

Max woke up in a great mood anticipating the promised toy. Half-heartly, he tried talk me into taking a cab instead of walking to the store across town. He said that he doesn't fill "amped" just yet that early in the morning. No deal, I said and Max quickly agreed to walking. After we got him his toy, we went to the beach. Ah, what did we know... While we were joyously bathing gaping at topless ladies on the beach, Leon's bike, double locked to the fence of our building got snatched. The thief left behind professionally cut lock cables so that we could have a proper closure and didn't think that somebody just mistaken our bike for theirs.

We went back to the shop thinking that our deposit (230E) is gone but they insisted that we go to the police station and file the report. 30 minutes it would take, they said. 30 minutes French ass. It took three hours before our number was called by which time I started to understand French laughing and rolling eyes in sync with other patiently waiting citizens of French republic. 20 more minutes of officer pecking on the keyboard and I was let go with a stack of papers with numerous seals and signatures. Will see what it does to my deposit.

As for the topless ladies - well, in the name of heterosexuality, most of them should never ever be allowed to be in public uncovered (is this sexist?).

On the way home we saw police building barricades around the road under our very windows. It says that on July 5th, it will be closed for traffic for Tour de France. So, may be after all, we don't have to bike to Monaco... The Tour is coming to us. I'm renting out our balcony for 230E. Any takers?