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This draws the immediate attention of new arrivals Barbara and Bob Davies, and they order one too, with a fair-sized pot of red wine and a couple of glasses of water.

The couple are from San Juan Capistrano in California. They say the swallows are there already, because this is April. The club secretary, burned on the faux 'City of the Week' last week, is hesitant. But I will skip ahead to add here that San Juan Capistrano is really and truly this week's 'City of the Week' after letting software check Metropole's entire contents and come up blank. Whew!

Everybody has a reason to be at today's club meeting - other than being at a club meeting just for the heck of it. The Davies are in Paris for their wedding anniversary, but it is not today. Maureen had a birthday, but it is not today either. To the club's secretary this sounds like 'for the heck of it.'

Bob says, "We tour Paris on our stomachs," adding, "But every place we go, it's closed." Terry agrees. Maureen says 'people die.' The club's secretary says, 'people retire.'

For some reason, Maureen and Terry need to explain why they've eaten a huge door-stopper slab of an Italian faux-pizza. They did it to enable themselves to sit through a four-hour long opera, before going to a Bastille brasserie just before midnight to recover.

Except for the opera part, Bob applauds their initiative. Bob's son is in the US Navy and Bob got a ride on an aircraft carrier from Hawaii to California, and he says the food wasn't too good. He says the food is better on submarines.

I gather this is what submariners say and nobody has the nerve to find out if it is true or not. The only way is to join the 'silent service' and nobody here today is going to do this.

Terry is a collector of Paris 'firsts.' He was in France for the eclipse and in Paris for the euro's firstphoto: marathon tuba in camera day, and for the faux-millennium New Years. Now he wants to find a Paris postcard with a tuba on it.

He hauls out his digital camera and brings up a photo of Saturday's faux marathon. It shows some marathoners with a tuba.

Bob muses, "Marathoners don't look like they're having fun." Somebody says 'banana costumes.' Maureen says that they still have their 'salt-and-pepper costumes.'

Terry's original photo of faux-marathoners with a real tuba.

Terry wants to know if any of the Mardi Gras folks have been around this year to dump loads of faux-plastic beads on the club's secretary. He also says he will have his birthday at the club - in 2004.

I swear, all of this is true. But, except for what has been left out, it is all I have written today, except for the last line.

"I used to play cards with a magician, once," Bob says. It's a fine meeting that can end with a true 'Quote of the Week.'

Call for Your Favorite Restaurants

The 'Call for Your Favorite Restaurants' will doggedly continue to receive nominations for your favorite restaurants, if they still exist.

If, like Terry, you keep yours in a palm-sized computer, would you please try and get them out of it and into an email, to send to 'Ed.' Then they will be diligently tossed on the same stack as the ones already tossed on the stack.

About the 'Café Metropole Club About' Page

To become a member of this clubphoto: wet terrace it could be a good idea to read the 'About the Café Metropole Club' page. The page says a bit about the club, like about it being free and other stuff. If you require any other information, send me fifty cents.

One of today's several seasons on La Corona's terrace.

Don't bother looking at this 'About' page if lack of details bore you - they are contained in the weekly 'reports' anyway. But you don't really need to know more than the simple fact that you can become a member of this online magazine's live, free and real club by being at any of its meetings in Paris, in person if possible.

Where, How, Who, What, Why, Not, When?

The club's meetings begin - punctually, contrary to Paris 'exceptions' - about 15:00 on Thursdays and continue until 17:00, in Europe's ex-springlike Zone of Mythical Time Zone - which is really 'CET' for short and not 'Z of MT' - and known elsewhere as 3 pm to 5 pm in some rare Anglo areas of the globe, even though club meetings are usually only held in Paris part of it.

Having your own 'Quote of the Week' or concocting any other 'Things of the Week' are not 'rules.' True 'firsts' are always welcome too, with 'first' having preference over 'true.' The club secretary's own 'firsts' are not eligible even if 'true,' unless a member will accept credit.

'No-names' is an option you can also opt-in, or out of. If you prefer to be 'not found' on the Internet, orgraphic: club location map 'in-out-opted.' 'No rules' have ceased being an 'exception' or a 'rule' anymore. There are some other 'exceptions,' but really, not many of them.

Whatever you say will be honestly appreciated by the other members present, and there almost always are some, and if they are listening, which they do sometimes - and by all readers of this online magazine - if it should happen to be written here, as some of it is, sometimes.*

*The above paragraph remains unchanged since last week on account of having a faux 'City of the Week' falsely named Yahoo Junction. It should have been Yeehaw Junction.

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
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