Carfare for Corbeile-Essonnes
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Paris:- Monday, 28. April 2003:- At noon the sky is blue with some orphan clouds floating harmlessly around like cotton balls and in the streets there is a breeze puffing the warm air around corners with shadows on one side and bright sunlight on the other. It reminds me of the first day of spring in Andalucia after a damp winter exported from North Africa. I've put in this eye-ball observation so you'll know how sweet it was, before getting to the week's usual dismal forecast. But don't give up reading now, because these things usually turn out to be less pessimistic than we're supposed to expect. For example, no matter what today's forecast was, it didn't rain much. The Tour Montparnasse across the way only almost disappeared once or twice. And it is pretty warm. Or maybe it's humid. Nothing drastic though. Tomorrow's morning sun is supposed to give way to a cloudy afternoon. There is only one degree of difference between the morning Le Parisien forecast and this evening's TV-weather news prediction. Take your pick - high of 21 or 22? On Wednesday the sun is supposed to shine very brightly, even if it is above the clouds. This is kind of an iffy day, somewhere between crummy and not-so-bad. But golly! The temperature is headed for the pits, with tonight's TV forecast predicting three degrees below Le Parisien's. Ah, 17 isn't too bad, for March. Whatever it is, gets straightened out on Thursday on TV,
which foresees a lot of sunshine. It doesn't The TV-weather news for Friday stopped on Thursday, but the fearless Le Parisien predicts a day of rain for the second day of what will be a long weekend for many people in France - which almost guarantees rotten May weather on account of all the long weekends. The temperature isn't expected to be sizzling either, unless you happen to be around the Mediterranean, where it'll be kind of warm. A lot of people wish May had some other kind of weather, but they've gotten so used to it that they stopped talking about it on Friday, 26. May 1854. Café Life Corbeile-EssonnesParisians can be very helpful to strangers who seem to be lost. In this neighborhood, so close to the RER station linked to both airports, there are a lot of lost strangers wandering around. But since they are strangers, they are wary, and they are prepared to be not lost - so they seldom ask the way. I should have remembered that only Parisians ask the way around here. Most of them are looking for the local city hall - the Mairie - maybe for birth certificates or a marriage license. Anyhow, just say, 'turn left, turn right, then turn left again' and leave it like that. Before they get to the second 'turn left' they'll ask somebody else. So when this big Joe comes up and sticks a paper under my nose with 'Corbeile-Essonnes' written on it, I assume it is to some place in Essonne and all he needs is the RER station and he's practically there. I point down the road to the east. I have also seen 'Rue de Lyon' written on the paper, but
I figure it is not part of the problem. But it seems as if
the big Joe's problem is also lack of funds. Then the paper is back under my nose and the bottom line
written on it is 3 Dimitri is shaking his head, but looking in his little money purse. The two Californians with us are watching with glee, but with their hands stuck in their pockets. Dimitri decides to hell with it, and zips his purse shut. Ludwig, one of the Californians, says, "This dude is doing great! He's cleaning up." And sure enough. With my three euros safely in hand, the big Joe is 20 whole metres off, with his paper under some other dupes' noses. If he really does want to get to Corbeile-Essonnes, I glumly think he is going to have a three-course lunch with wine, dessert and café, before he gets on the train. My lunch, with what I've got left, will just be the café. But I've already had this, so it'll be no lunch at all. Dimitri, and the Californians go off with a good story about their Paris adventures. Back at the office I look up Corbeile-Essonnes on the map. It is on page 296. It doesn't even look like it is in Essonne, because it's on the RER line 'D' - and I don't know where it is, where it goes. This Corbeile-Essonnes is so far out of town, that it's the last place before the prairies start. Nobody in their right mind would go there without a round-trip ticket. Maybe I got off lucky. It just goes to show that it can save you money, if you don't read French, speak it, or hear it, when you see any big Joes coming. Hawaiian Shirt Days UpdateA reader named Vicki Richards has urged me to continue
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