Thanks for all that, Andre. Nice ramble through Mark Steyn's collection of memories and fabric of tangents. As a fan of Steve McQueen, I always had a bit of trouble fitting the song and its, er, quirky lyrics with his persona, so I just concentrated on watching him & Faye Dunaway at play. And, w.r.t. Legrand's transliteration into French, I guess if you've done the melody, you can get away with shifting windmills of the mind into moulins de mon coeur, eh?
But, tilting the thread back towards bicycling for the mo', though not completely away from windmills, a Brazilian friend has named his bike Rocinante. It's a Monark, made in Sweden and imported into Brazil (he reckons) sometime in the 1940s or 50s. He's fully restored it, and -- bravely -- rides it around Rio, though mainly on the bike paths.