A Deux-Chevaux More Fragile

photo: dimitris 2cv

Dimitri and his jewel of a 2CV, in a new parking attitude.

Than Schoolkids

Email from Dana Shaw. Sent via the Internet: Wednesday, 9. May 2001:-

Hi Ric,

Your story of your trip with Dimitri was fascinating. It seems that every time he is included in your wanderings and, or, musings the result is particularly amusing. I thoroughly enjoyed your article about the trip south to the 2CV Club meeting.

I don't know if I have previously told you my 2CV story. In case I haven't, let me recount it now.

When I was spending that famous sophomore year in high school in Paris, one afternoon a friend of mine and I were returning home from basketball practice that was held at the American Church.

As fifteen year-olds are wont to do, George and I were fooling around as we walked down the sidewalk. Somehow or other he ended up stepping out into the street just as one of those famousphoto: oval frame with dimitri Citroëns happened by. It's right front fender hit my buddy on his right knee and leg but didn't even knock him down.

Fortunately, there was a great deal of very slow moving traffic. The result of this collision was a little triangular tear on George's pant leg and a resultant small bruise.

Dimitri's off-café job is restoring old Louis' stuff.

Unfortunately, the car did not fare so well. Its right headlight was smashed and the right fender pushed in so badly that it rubbed against the wheel. The driver, luckily for us, was friendly enough, got out, asked if George "Ca va'd," inspected the damage to his car, then reached inside and pulled out an enormous tire iron.

Needless to say, two fifteen year old boys were duly daunted by the appearance of this rather threatening weapon.

But we were much relieved when the driver simply slipped it in between the wheel and fender, pried out the metal so the wheel could turn freely, hopped back in his car, "Au-revoired" and drove off. None of our school chums believed our story the next day.

I have never heard of the Musée de la Vie Romantique before. It looks like a fascinating place to visit. Jan and I will have to remember to include it during our next trip. Reading Metropole is always a highlight of my week. Have a good one yourself.

Cheers!
Dana


Dimitri's Dilemma

Bonjour Dana -

Sunday, 13. May 2001:- Dimitri is unaware of his spreading fame because he has no computer, no Internet access and mostly has other things on his mind.

All the same he was curious to find out how the story of the visit to his 2CV Club 92 came out. Dennis took the trouble of looking it up on the Web and brought a print-out in color to the café last Wednesday.

I seldom see anything from Metropole printed. Dennis' printer handled it well, both the color and the page layout. Dimitri read the piece and said he thought that over seven million CVs had been built - rather than the three million I'd guessed at.

His wine glass was in a temporary state of emptiness, so he got up to get a refill at the bar. Meanwhile I continued my drive to recruit Dennis to write about the theatre in Paris.

Dimitri didn't come back on account of getting into a deep literary discussion with an unfamiliar but lively-looking lady at the bar. Dennis made an illegal manoeuvre with his wine glass and inadvertently dumped half of its contents on the spotless collection of Metropole pages.

The top page was all pink, and the wine seeped down to stain the edges of all the other pages. This upset Dennis a bit and he said he'd make another copy. Dimitri was still nailed to the bar when we left.

We stood on the corner of the Rue Boulard, acrossphoto: dimitri at work from the Afghan café and chess club, talking about Peter Brook's avant-garde theatre business at the Bouffes du Nord theatre. It was good to be standing outside and dry on a backstreet corner, just as the sun was setting.

Here he's doing a little detail work on a bunch of fresh gilding.

While I was having my second café jolt late this afternoon in the Rendez-Vous, Dimitri came in for a wine. He told me that Dennis made him another copy of the 2CV story.

When I asked, he said that he and the lady 'closed' the Bouquet on Wednesday. "She knew a lot of books," he said.

They were still standing at the bar with the waiters stacking up chairs all around them when the lady's 'mec' came in, about a hour late. He was not amused with Dimitri's knowing about so many books too.

That was a long time ago, in Paris' time. Dennis printed out the article again in the meantime and Dimitri had finished his second balloon of Côtes du Rhone. He said he should go to work but kept on standing there, obviously undecided.

I told him I wasn't going to wait for him to make up his mind about a third balloon, so he might as well order it because I was going anyhow. He seemed relieved that somebody was being decisive.
signature, regards, ric

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