A sunny morning in May of last year, the end of a cycling ride in Longchamp (70km to clear the head near Paris) in the peloton.... I decide to leave the ring, my attention drops and my distraction increases... I look at what's happening on the right on the pavement along the horse track where joggers train too; I look to the left, the riders take a break, the tow trucks remove the vehicles. And there my eyes are hooked by an ultra original and very vintage vision!





A very pretty white FIAT 500 has an old bicycle on its back, which extends over at least half a wheel on each side. The bike is almost twice the width of the car! It reminds me of these toys, these little carts.



This surprising and rather anachronistic vision prompted me to pull myself out of the pack to share it with you, so I turned around and approached this wonderful little car ... Seeing the door open, it was that there was someone nearby, so I had to get his permission to make this cliché that I 'm showing to you. And I find myself in front of a charming young woman. The car belonged to her father!



The hazard of life and the beauty of unexpected encounters...