Only to come out at 6pm to find a parking ticket (worth 17 euros since the start of August) on the windscreen.
That evening, he told me how, to his disgust, he had been given "une prune". I'm not normally a fan of civil disobedience, but his experience just goes to show how, even with the best of intentions, getting the odd parking ticket is pretty much unavoidable, so even though the ticket will be in my name, I laughed and asked him to repeat the word that he had used.
The reason parking tickets are called prunes? Because, like the fruit, ils font chier!