The present checkout stood on a street that my parents and I could see from the flat we had rented for our fortnight in Paris. Apparently, my mother only noticed it some days after our arrival, probably in the evening. On the following day, after we got up, she saw the checkout again (of course! will you think) and said to me: "Look, that Muslim woman is still standing there!" You cannot imagine how much I laughed: she had thought the blue part with the "P" to be a chador. When I told her it was a parking checkout, she must have laughed, too.

