On the way to the office this morning I ended up stuck behind a police car that was trying to get through the traffic. We ended up leapfrogging each other across half the city, since even though they had their lights flashing and jumped all the traffic lights, the traffic still blocked their way most of the time. Not intentionally, but the streets are narrow and that's just the way it goes.
Of course I had to stop at all the red lights though, although I don't think they would have cared if I hadn't. At one point I stopped at some lights, and they moved cautiously across the junction, lights a'flashing. The cars coming the other way of course stopped to let them through, and a cyclist, coming the wrong way down a one way street had to stop and gave the police car the dirtiest look ever. A look of exasperation mixed with disgust at the rudeness of the police car. The sound of the tutting could almost be heard over the traffic.
We went further up rue des Francs Bourgeois (great name for a street), and the police car became blocked again by some more traffic. One car decided the best way to get out of the way was to reverse park into a tiny little space. The police car actually had to back up a bit as the car made a few repeated attempts to get into the space.
It was funny that we took the same route all the way down to Bastille, but opposite our office is a big police station, so I guess they were just late for their cigarette break.