Thursday, April 9, outside the Père Lachaise Metro station. Chain of events:
1. Daniel and I emerge from underground and head for an ATM across the street. 2. He hops across a short fence separating the sidewalk and street. I try, fail, trip, bang my left knee, and stagger around screeching "OW!" to the joy of onlookers. 3. My eyes rest upon this beast. 4. We reach the ATM, only to find that both my American and English banks have blocked my debit cards thinking that I am actually an identity thief who has run off to France. EDIT: my debit card had actually been temporarily drained of approximately £918 due to me not reading the fine print on the VELIB system. THRILLS.