Le cinquieme etage

I didn't take enough pictures of Paris, nor did I leave the 4th arrondissement more than a handful of times except to go to class. Shameful. I didn't write much about it, either. But it's warm out now, and I have the desire to be pleasant and share things. Then I'll move on. I'll miss many things, one of which is my window. I took this picture from bed one morning (ish). Church bells from God knows where woke me up every day. Very charming during my first week in Le Marais, then not so much.

En fait..

I stopped keeping a personal journal years ago because my audience lost interest in me. Now this should be more fulfilling. I learned the expression 'avoir un petit velo dans la tete' to mean someone's a little loopy. I imagine a mini version of myself on a tiny bicycle riding in circles inside my head, and this image appeals to me, hence the title. I am actually velo-less at the moment (although miniature velo is ever present), as I am in transition. But soon enough, hopefully.
This is/was my most recent bike, which I miss dearly, a 1977 Schwinn English beach cruiser. It was incredibly rusty and wobbly, but served me well. It is now abandoned somewhere in South Beach, chained to a lamp post, and I've heard the basket is being used as a trashcan. Tragic. It deserved a more dignified retirement. My fault completely. I was too busy fleeing.