Chocolate Frogs?

photo: group, eve, eva, jim, marilee, dinny, anita

Three new members, three already members and one 'BonJour Sally!' member in Chicago.

Well Sure, But Where Are They?

Paris:- Thursday, 13. February 2003:- Little did I realize when I made the non-prediction of the week on Monday that I was about to be laid low by a stray bug that was working its evil ways on my system even as I wrote, and it did not wait a long time to make its presence known.

In short, I have a code in 'z nodz. It is better today after being a bit violent, but the outside temperature has fallen off a lot and I could feel it getting through all my coat, gloves, scarf, hat, socks, t-shirt, shoes and - well, this morning it was 'fresh' all over, a bit like it was in New York a month ago.

Tomorrow, a bit colder is planned and then it should go up gradually, a degree at a time, to maybe reach a high of four next Sunday. Between now and then I should be out and aboutphoto: glasses, bottle, colors taking the photos for the coming issue and I am kind of hoping I will be able to do it within about 500 metres of homeplate.

The good news is that two little radiators in my apartment keep it pretty cozy all the time. When I get out on the street it surprises me how cool it is, especially if there is a breeze.

Keeping the breeze in mind, I change my trajectory towards the métro and head for the entry at Raspail, because I get a wind-break by taking the road that splits the cemetery in two and I don't come out of the shadow of it until I have to take the corner at Edgar Quinet.

Underground in the métro there is no breeze. The thing bats along from stop to stop, skipping Saint-Michel, and brings me to Châtelet with a minimum of fuss. The métro's exit on Rivoli is sucking in a hurricane of frigid air and I crunch upwards through it as quick as I can.

On the surface I take my back alleys, right, left, right, left and then right on the Quai de la Mégisserie. I have to wait for the light at Rue de la Pont-Neuf. Luckily it never takes long and I cross it as quick as ever so I don't get run over.

Further on I cruise the newspaper kiosk to get as many poster shots as possible - without actually stopping to aim good - because every one I get now is one less to look for next Saturday or Sunday. The score is not brilliant, with only one good one out of three. The poster further along by the café La Corona is a dud because I got it already in front of Samaritaine. In either place it is a dud anyway.

In La Corona there is a lady civilian complaining very loudly about the price of a half-litre of Dutch beer, to the café lady who runs the tabac sales. I notice the upset customer has not forgotten to drink two-thirds of it first.

Young Monsieur Naudan tells me I've had a phone call. As he explains the details of it, it sounds pretty complicated. He says the lady will phone again, so I forget it. I'll handle it if and when it happens.

These diversions eat up my advance time of arrival, but it doesn't matter because no one is here before me today. Maybe I'll get to read a bit of the paper I've gotten from Monsieur Naudan.

If this ever happens it'll be a foggy Thursday. It has turned 15:00 and Jim from New Wilmington, Pennsylvania, is introducing himself to me. I explain the drill - not rules! - and luckily Marilee McClintock arrives - from Agadir, Morocco - so I don't have to do it twice.

Jim has opted for 'no names' in case you are wondering why his family name isn't here. I think he has 'opted' for this simply because it is an option. Jim tells me he comes to Paris often.

Some club members have told me that they don't bother telling their neighbors that they are coming to Paris. For the first one or two visits they do, but after that the neighbors want to know why they keep coming back here, without really wanting to listen to any reasons.

Marilee solved this problem by joining the Peace Corps. She says older people can do this and are really welcome. The Peace Corps is operating in 77 countries these days.

Depending on age and ability, new recruits are given a choice of countries, and then they have to go through an in-country training period. "They really try to make you quit during training," she says.

She won Agadir, and stayed on after her two year Peace Corps tour. "It's like San Diego, at five percent of the cost," she says. It you are a map person, Agadir is on the coast of Africa southwest of Marrakesh, on about the same latitude as New Orleans.

The next new member to arrive is Eve Guezennec who says she is from Puteaux next to La Défense, but whosephoto: cafe cup name says she is from Brittany, from near Roscoff. Eve is the first Parisian or French member who says she is joining the club so she can listen to English being spoken.

From listening to her, I don't know why. I hope we won't ruin her English. If the club had any rules I would tell the other members to try to speak English correctly - but who can do this anyway?

Then a whole passel of regular members arrive not together, but more or less about the same time. There is Anita Bennett, Dinny Moyer and Eva Lee - who has brought a paper plate with 'BonJour Sally!' written on it.

Dinny says it is a genuine American paper plate. Eva hardly needs to explain that Sally Dilgart is stuck in Chicago - ooh, Windy City! - and the message is for her, to be broadcast via the 'Group Photo of the Week.'

A number of members know each other already and Marilee is talking o Jim and Anita about raiding the art department of the BHV for watercolors and other art tools, so Eve tells me she takes Brazilian Capoeira lessons in Marly-Le-Roi - 'a sort of martial arts-and-dance' - which is judged by a 'master' who comes from Brazil to hand out 'belts' to those who are up to snuff. Eve's belt is green so she has a bit of a way to go yet.

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