The End of William

At about 1:30pm at the entrance to the St-Georges Metro station in Place Sainted Georges, an SOB stole my brompton. Took everything, helmet, cable lock and bike. They missed the bag because it's sitting on the chair opposite me at the restaurant where I stopped for lunch.
It's sort of unbelievable how quick they were. I never saw them. Now I guess I need to find the local gendarme and file a report. Likely pointless, but I will try to recover some of my loss from my travel insurance.
I'm in shock. I made it all this way, a day away from leaving for London and the bastards got me.
It was chained to the lamppost to the right of where the two men are standing.