First Whole Country
From left, the 'Group Photo of the Week' with
Lauren, Named 'City of the Week' |
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Paris:- Thursday, 1. May 2003:- This must be a less that complete weather forecast 'report' because of it being international soldiers, sailors and worker's day - a day when everybody gets a free day off and nobody gets a newspaper - although to be accurate, it was yesterday the newspaper people had off. They'll be working today to get out tomorrow's editions. This leaves us with only the TV-weather news for comfort. Nobody knows why TV-news people don't get workers' day off. It must be because the tradition started before TV was invented, like in the time of Karl Marx. Anyhow. The TV-news lady was different from the regular TV-news guy tonight, but the TV-weather lady was the same one of the three usual ones. She said tomorrow will be cloudy in the morning and confused in the afternoon, with a sun like a greasy fried-egg sitting on top of burnt-toast clouds. Actually she didn't say this exactly. Her TV-weather animation showed it, with a very confused afternoon. Low tomorrow estimated to be 12 and high in the afternoon to be about 18 degrees. The animation showed Saturday - on a long weekend? - to
be sunny. Maybe darn sunny, and no doubt Sunday, ah, Sunday is predicted to be as sunny as Saturday, but with the beginning of a threat coming from the west where they usually come from. Get out there early because the high is supposed to be 24. If the threat from the west stays out west long enough, Sunday will be a nice, almost summer-like day. On a long weekend? In May? In Europe? And Now, Today's Club 'Report'As you already know today is May Day in Paris and because it is a club meeting day, it will be the first May Day parade I've missed not seeing or marching in since 1995. Do not worry about it. I think I was getting in a rut. This is the annual day in Paris - and in France - when everybody gets bunches of lily of the valley - convallaria majalis - from somewhere, and tries to sell bunches of it to everybody else. On the way to finding all the shops closed this morning, I was accosted by more sellers than buyers, although some buyers looked like they might switch. Meanwhile, here, there, elsewhere - on the way to the club - many residents and visitors were seen milling aimlessly around on account of everything being closed. Those not fortunate enough to belong to unions, did not know they were supposed to be at République, in order to march arm in arm to the Place de la Nation. However, on the métro ride to Châtelet I suspect that many fellow passengers are intending exactly this, but I do not stay on the train to where they will switch lines, so it is only wishful thinking. They might have been going to Gare du Nord to watch the trains. The Rue de Rivoli is not animated with its shops closed, but in the streets behind it drivers are taking advantage in the general lull to take shortcuts wrongways on one-way streets. Admittedly this is rare so I do not bother walking backwards. The Quai du Louvre's café terraces are packed. The citizens are on furlough, and enjoying the seldom sunshine and not enjoying so much the frequent showers. At La Corona I am told there are a lot of people in the 'grande salle.' There are, but they are not Metropole readers. I capture two tables and squeeze in. Five minutes later, at 15:00 exactly, two new members show up and squeeze in too. The club secretary is saved! Nothing to read and two brand-new members already. These are Grace and Colin Lim. They have arrived in Paris this very morning after a 13-hour direct Quantas flight from Singapore. Well, hey! Here it is 15:05, here are two new members, and they have brought a 'City of the Week' which happens to be a whole country. So it is this meeting's first 'first' too. Colin does a calculation and says it is dinnertime in
Singapore, so, in principle, the couple are not jetlagged,
yet. As The Lims got into their hotel okay after getting into town from Roissy this morning. They already knew everything would be closed, except this club and the May Day parades. It is also their first time in Europe, first time in Paris, first time in the 1st arrondissement, and so on. Another reason they are not jetlagged - they say - the Quantas jet was too full in the cheap seats so they got comfortable bis-class seats. The club secretary takes advantage of the new members by grilling them about their hometown. Grace, in her turn, wants to know about last week's 'Group Photo of the Week.' She is not the first to ask about this either. It is a long story, so I'll skip it. I look at the mirror, behind my head, where the deed was done. It's a good thing the Lims have come today - because menu items are written on the mirror in white paint. Last week's 'group' photo of the club's secretary wouldn't be possible this week. At this point, Dinny Moyer arrives with George Mozingo, who is from San Francisco. Dinny says she was in Amsterdam for three days, but I haven't seen her for months - or six weeks. There is a terrific racket on account of all the civilians around. Grace has ordered a soup-bowl of café and Colin has just a little, plain one. George claims I told him how to make a citron-pressé so he orders one of these. Dinny gets a Perrier. Amsterdam must have been rough. While George is stirring the sugar very slowly into the citron-pressé, he asks about the food in Singapore. "It is any good?" "Yes," Colin says, confirming the rumor that it is the best in the world. I have not heard the rumor and he explains why it is the best in the world. In Singapore, everything is borrowed from everywhere, and mixed together in tasty new ways. He says even street food is good, at a fifth of the price of good restaurants. For one of thse, he recommends 'The Blue Ginger.' He says it has Peranakan-style cooking, which is Malay for 'born locally' food. I hope I am reading my note about this right. Colin spells all of these words for me, suspecting correctly I am a poor copyist, or deaf. Continued on page 2... |
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