On Easter Monday, I walked the Champs Elysees. I took the metro to Clemenceau, walked up to the AdT, then down George V, over Pont de L'Alma, across Des Invalides greensward and hence home.
The geometry of these seats just gob-smacked my eyes. Is that possible? Well, it did. I suspect these particular bateaux were out of operation because the day was so sunny that they needed the boats with covers. But I could be wrong. I once knew a man - in the biblical sense - who admitted he had been wrong once. Back in 1963.