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I have been 'trying out' one two blocks away. There is another one, also two blocks away, but it has been on holidays. Now that it has reopened, I will split my 'testing' between the two.

In the first one, my face is already known. I have been there often enough to know a half-dozen regular 'faces' inphoto: rue rollin addition to the owner's and the staff, because they are all there every time I go in for a café.

It is an ordinary neighborhood café, on a corner of the Rue Daguerre and a local street, so its view is of the two. The narrow, wood-topped bar is in a 'L' shape, making it possible to stand on one side and see one street and the corner or on the other to see the other street and the corner.

The Rue Rollin, between Mouffetard and the Roman arena.

One time I was there last week, the bar was elbow to elbow, leaving me the hinge of the 'L.' There is a big vase of flowers in this place, so they were right in front of my nose if I wanted to see the bar. By turning a bit I could see everyone else in the café. To see the streets, I would have had to turn my back on the whole café - so standing at the 'L' is not a good position.

This café has no TV and no ambient music and only one electronic game machine. The other one is a antique 'loto' game with lots of holes for balls to drop into and I have never seen another like it. If it has any, it has electrics instead of electronics.

On Friday in the late afternoon, the café had moms and pops in addition to the regulars. Holidays are over - maybe they are all regulars, including the little kids.

The Haircut

Last time, my barber in the village left my hair too long. It grows too fast so if it is long it is soon in my eyes. Like boulangeries, there are a lot of hair-dressing shops in the new neighborhood and I have been scanning the prices posted in their windows.

By the time my hair was two week's-worth too long, half of the shops were shut. I went into one on the avenue and was told an appointment was unnecessary, so I went and got a paper to read and came back to wait.

There seemed to be only three customers ahead of me; but I read the paper for a half hour and didn't pay any attention until it was my turn.

This is when I saw no sign of scissors. In this hair-dressing salon they use only electric razors. I didn't see any combs either.

I asked how they can cut hair with these - remembering sitting on a board placed across the arms of a barber chair and getting shorn like a sheep according to my dad's instructions - which was more or less how everybody had their hair done in those days.

The lady 'barber' said it was a new system, devised by some famous hairdresser whose name is on the shop front. I have been seeing the results of this 'system' for years - ladies seem to like having their hair done somewhat like the Hilter Youth of the '30's. Razored up to the ears, and long and lank on top.

I don't care what ladies have done with their hair, but I've always thought it unfair to inflict on their young sons - but they do. This has been around so long now, it should be out of style and this barber shop out of business.

I had to walk out and go around with hair in my eyes until last Tuesday. On the way to get a paper I stopped into the first hair dressing salon I saw. My first question was, "Do you use scissors?"

The guy looked at me like I was crazy - these foreigners! - "Of course," he said. My confidence increased by 200 percent when we fixed a time for scissor-job. No waiting around.

When I went back, I had the regular wash and snip job and we told each other our stories. He asked mephoto: friday roller rando if I wanted goo and I said no - I'd just wash it out as soon as possible. He waved a hairdryer around a bit and even gave my whiskers a trim.

Last Friday night's roller rando passing through the Place Denfert Rochereau.

He did a good job - as good a job as is possible with my hair. Said it'll last five weeks. "Thanks, Claudio - I'll be back in four," I said when I left. We'd gotten to first names and about a tenth of our histories. Outside, the light wind blew my hair back the way it was, but shorter.

The 1999 Summer Guide:- appeared in Issue 4.27 in the form of two extra pages in addition to the 'Scene' column. You can quickly get to these by hitting this link to the issue's home page. There are a lot of summer events at the science and music park at 'La Villette,' so a list of these was put into their own 'events' page, called 'A Multi-Theme Park.'

The Fall Season and Paris 2000 - since the beginning of the year, readers have been hinting that they intend to be in Paris for the turnover from 1999 to 2000. The Ville de Paris has not been asleep; its plan is called 'Paris 2000.' It is a fairly modest plan - 'from the heart' - as it's called. The national program seems equally low-key and brief details of some of both agendas are in this week's 'Scene' column.

This Was Metropole One Year Ago:

Issue 3.34/35 - 31. August 1998 - This was an issue done before I went on holiday to Spain, to tide you over the end of August. The Café Metropole's subtitle for two weeks was - 'Life In the Tame Lane.' This issue had two features, entitled 'The Truthcount down Eiffel Tower About Spain' and 'One 6000 Km Round Trip in Spain.' There were two 'Posters of the Week' and Ric's Cartoon of the Week was captioned 'Siesta's End.'

This Was Metropole Two Years Ago:

Issue 2.35 - 1. September 1997 - This was an issue done in a hurry as soon as I returned from Spain at the end of August. For this reason the Café Metropole's subtitle for two weeks was - 'Summer's Over - What Next?' The Au Bistro column was entitled 'Tragic Death Under the Place de l'Alma.' This issue had one feature, entitled 'On the Forever Mediterranean Beach.' There were two 'Posters of the Week' and Ric's Cartoon of the Week was captioned 'Our Beach Reporter.'

The Tour Eiffel Countdown to 31. December 1999:

Only 124 more partly sunny, rarely hot, or occasionally unsettled Paris and Ile-de-France summer days to go until the really big year-end party is in full swing.
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