My MEZZO folding bike

Waiting for a train at Charing Cross station. I moved to this spot because one of the two ancient women sitting next to me started to cut her friend's hair. Clumps of this were blowing about the concourse and I didn't much want to get any on me. They were a dear old pair so I quietly walked away. Looking at my bike I thought it had a clean graphic shape so out with the iPhone and...