"I See You Have Good Taste"

photo: tablecloth version of the secretary from mahattan

'Ed' virtually attends meeting from Manhattan café
tablecloth last Thursday.

Amazing Dappled Pink and Blue

New York:- Wednesday, 15. January 2003:- The following club 'report' of last Thursday's meeting by the ever-friendly Web-server lady, Linda Thalman, was forwarded in a timely fashion to the club's regular secretary last week - who is, at the moment in New York. Excuses for the tardy online upload are below.

Without further ado - ado? - A-do? - the Café Metropole Club meeting report by the server-lady, Linda Thalman, known for short as, Linda.

Paris:- Thursday, 9. January:- I'm late by one minute, having had to go glove shopping before the Club meeting to replace a pair I left on the counter in Saint-Rémy getting my RER ticket. The temperature was down to minus 10 degrees at the Cadillac Ranch and my fingers are numb.

I stopped by Stock 91, at 91. Rue de Rivoli to get a nine euro pair of gloves. Mr. Sevan gave me a warm welcome in his shop, just around the corner from the club where he has a nice selection of Paris t-shirts, as well as ones of Ché!

Sunshine is streaming in the windows of La Corona where it is a cozy 22 degrees or so. Patrick is on vacation, but waiter of the week,photo: empire state building Erik, is on hand and promptly brings me my customary pot of red colored wine.

Organizing myself with Club membership sign-up sheets - I printed out ten of them - and plan for any new members to fill them out from A to Z. I'm ready.

Just in case no one shows up I haul out my 462-page book 'Soliman le Magnifique' by André Clot and manage to read pages 46 and 47 before Club member Joe Fitzgerald arrives.

Empire State Building in Manhattan out-towers Tour Montparnasse in Paris.

We chat about Paris apartments, the traffic, bakeries, markets, snow, driving in Paris and other odds and sods.

Around 15:30 the 'Dallas Dude' and Francoise Liger-Auvray appear. Francoise immediately beats a retreat to re-park her illegally parked car in the nearby underground parking lot in front of the church.

Introducing himself as one of the 'oldest virtual members' - 'Dallas Dude' or 'Guillaume' as he'd like to be called - has Joe and me in stiches with his stories.

Francoise checks back in and and I 'order' her and the Dude to fill out the membership forms.

Francoise is a real Parisian, the kind from Normandy, who says she'd rather live in a 'chambre de bonne' than move to the suburbs.

I get my camera out, to take a few photos of the week, including the item of the week, which is an old French slide rule. Joe and the Dude go "Wow" and mention the brand names of slide rules they used to use.

Then we move on to real hi-tech technology because the 'Dallas Dude' has a Canon Power Shotphoto: 42nd street, near times square S45 that does everything but wash windows. It can take 150 photos, 15 minutes of video, zoom for miles, do portraits - 'stitch' photos for putting 20 panorama shots from the top of La Samaritaine together - all by using a postage stamp-sized 128 MB memory chip.

New York's 42nd Street is so famous it has Broadway shows about it - on 42nd Street.

This little 'baby' only cost $US 499 in New York - but 799 euros in FNAC in Paris - with a standard 32 MB memory chip. The 128 chip was extra.

I'm convinced - especially after spending 110 euros for six roles of film this week - digital is the way to go.

Francoise and I start gabbing in French about Madagascar, an exhibit at La Ruche and life in Paris. The 'boys' are chattering about who knows what, but they came up with the quote of the week - "I can see you have good taste because you agree with me." They have so much in common and agree on every topic that I think they are long-lost cousins.

The Club meeting finishes on time, funds are on the table for the drinks, but it is 17:30 before anyone can tear themselves away for the evening's events.

We exchange cards and restaurant ideas, talk more about sailing, F-4 fighter planes, the Opéra and food during the unofficial club time - does this count for the Club report?

Francoise suggested Le Cottage - 1. Rue Léopold Robert, Paris 14, Tel.: 01 43 35 14 18 - as a great little restaurant.

A most amazing dappled pink and blue sky had us gasping at the short-lived beauty of the view just before leaving. Waiter Erik [Eric ??] knew that we were the 'Internet Club' and was pleased to have served us today.

I imagine he'll be there next Thursday as will I.

That's all folks, from icy-cold Boullay.

Mea Culpa Is Empty, from New York

The vitally important report of last week's club meeting has been further delayed by anphoto: naked cowboy, times sqaure inability to find the accent code for the 'c' in Francoise's name. I do not remember it and don't feel like looking around the Web for an hour to find it. This is my first lame 'excuse.'

In New York's Times Square, you get what you pay for even if it's free - like the 'naked cowboy.'

Using airline audio-plugs to listen to the dialogue of shoddy inflight movies seems to have caused one of my ears to turn red and swell up - requiring treatment from Dr. Tandoori - involving heavy-duty antibiotique bombers - without the expected side-effects - anyway, to the point of pending explosion, which was reached yesterday.

So I was at New York's Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Hospital passing four hours of being last in line, until this was seen to. It was ugly and messy. I came out of it looking like a buzzard with one wing in a bent sling. The good news here is not being street-safe to go to Macy's super major Wednesday sale in Manhattan today - discounts on discounted discounts! - they pay you to take stuff away - and, here I am 'taking care' of the club report, trying not to use any accents.

Nearly needless to say, there are no club photos from last week's meeting - because its reporter, the server-lady, is still buying rolls of film or waiting for them to be developed. For this reason, please accept the Manhattan substitutes strewn around this page.

I doubt if anybody cares, but it is cold in New York too. In degrees it is not a lot under zero - or 32 as they call it here - but there are pesky breezes that pass through layers of textiles like a knife and make bones feel like thin steel tubing. For some reason, the underground subway stations are not heated like the métro in Paris, so this is not a suitable fallback, except for getting around to places like uptown, downtown, Eastside, the Village, the lower Westside, Battery Park or midtown, with its east and west as well as north and south.

Leaving New York City aside for a minute, the next Café Metropole Club meeting is tomorrow, Thursday, in Paris, and it will be hostedphoto: xmas cards, 50 off again by the club's honorary secretary, Linda Thalman. The club's wayward but 'regular' secretary should be back in the café La Corona on Thursday, 23. January.

Everything is 'on sale' sooner or later, so stock up now for next Christmas.

The names of the saints for these two days are unavailable to me at this time, as is a spell-checker and the other usual tools required for doing these reports and putting them online. Sorry for the inconvenience - this is causing me.

Please be nice to the server-lady if you are attending the club meeting tomorrow. It won't hurt to tell her what a wonderful job she's doing hosting these club meetings and enforcing the club's suspended 'rules' while the club's regular secretary frolics around in arctic-like New York City, which is currently featuring skiing in Central Park, with some snow imported from Vermont.

The café's location is:

Café-Tabac La Corona
2. Rue de l'Amiral de Coligny - or - 30. Quai du Louvre
Paris 1. Métro: Louvre-Rivoli, Pont-Neuf or Châtelet.
Every Thursday from 15:00 to 17:00.

A bientôt à Paris
signature, regards, ric

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