Cause it was a beautiful warm sunny day in a beautiful city, I had a nice cafe to go to for a delicious coffee and croissant (though the ones in Paris are better, they certainly aren't as inexpensive for the slightly better quality) and I had a really good book.
A little slice of heaven.
I sat around, drank my coffee, ate my croissant, paid up (2€) and went out to catch the next bus.
When you see the driver with the back of the bus open, and half a fan belt in his hand, it's probably a bad sign, but know what? It was still a beautiful day, I had just had some really good food, I had an alternative for getting home and I still had the good book.
Sometimes, life is so sweet.