Outside my front door, this evening. Why am I not surprised?
Half an hour later, when I returned from errands, the car was still angled at the curb, inched over the handicapped zone. No blinking emergency lights signalling an imminent return. No indication that the owner might feel a need to change the geographic or geometric status of the car.
The car was getting a few sidewards glances from passersby, but mostly it was Parisian Parking As Usual.