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About where the aquarium ends, or a bit beyond it, Coney Island ends and Brighton Beach begins. The boardwalkphoto: nathans famous hot dogs and the bathouses stay the same, but cafés on the boardwalk are in the ground floors of a few apartment buildings. Many have signs in Russian. A bathouse-style pavillon opposite provides shade for chess players.

A small fraction of Nathan's Famous Hot Dogs at Coney Island. The other parts are no less famous.

After paying Park Avenue prices for drinks in one of the Russian cafés, I walked to the very end of the beach and decided to go to Sheepshead Bay. This required traversing Brooklyn suburbs - here, made up of quiet residential streets lined mostly with older, modest single-family houses with tidy green lawns behind narrow sidewalks.

Taking a turn on Oriental Avenue could have brought me to the bay that is known as Manhattan Beach, but the walk from the subway station at Coney Island had been a fair one. I probably missed Brooklyn's coziest beach.

Sheepshead Bay is a long inlet off Jamaica Bay, which is protected from the open Atlantic by a long finger of land called Rockaway. Its western tip is called Breezy Point and it is a 'gated' community - made so when its 400-odd residents bought the whole thing and threw up a Checkpoint-Charlie barrier to hide behind. Apparently, its homes are merely modest, as well as being somewhat isolated from New York's public transit.

There were a few fishing boats moored in Sheepshead Bay, set up to take out sports fishermen on short cruises. There was also mooring for private pleasure craft, but most of the bay was oddly empty, considering its proximity to New York.

The old and famous Italian restaurant on the bay turned out to have changed owners, and was only a shadow of it former self. I didn't bother trying its clams. After a long and chilly subway ride back to Queens, I cut the restaurant's taste with a double-café at the Cuban restaurant, El Sitio.

While in New York, TV-news mentioned the heatwave in Paris and showed a jam-packed Paris Plage. I captured a near-identical photo just before my flight to America. This year, the beach-for-a-month beside the unswimable Seine attracted three million visitors, 700,000 more than last year.

This year, just for fun, I expected to see 700,000 New York beach people at once on Coney Island's real, ocean-front miles of sand. Instead I saw just the sand. New York City guide books give Coney Island only left-handed praise, but to me it looked like a true urban beach-in-waiting, one with potential to rival any on either side of the Atlantic.

Why This Issue Is Late

Aside from sleeping until noon on account of staying up until 02:00 to treat the 135-odd photos taken in America on my recent visit, and taking hours to sift through the news clippings about Paris' August heatwave, there is no other important reason why this issue is later than any issue usually is. Falling asleep at 02:00 on Tuesday morning, with the issue unfinished, is not an 'important' reason.

Metropole's 'Partners'

Metropole now has some commercial offers for you, all handily gathered on the relatively new 'Partner' page. Occasionally this page will feature exclusive offers, only available to Metropole readers. Check out this page every week, because I often park the 'Photo of the Week' on it, and it will only be on view for one week.

Metropole's long-time affiliates are on this page too. The Café Metropole wine is also on it, withphoto: boardwalk, coney island a link to its own permanent About Wine page. Both pages can be accessed from the blurbs on the left, and sometimes right-hand columns, on many pages.

Just a small fraction of the boardwalk, looking west to the unfunctioning parachute drop.

The Café Metropole Blanc de Blanc sparkling wine can now be ordered online through the Moonlight Web site. This is thanks to Allan Pangborn, its maker, Metropole reader and Cafe Metropole Club member.

Once I get wine-type photos, this page will be getting the same treatment. This may happen sooner than I think because the hot weather has moved this grape harvest in France ahead on the calendar.

Metropole's 'mailto:' Change

If you haven't already, please read the following, again, with great care. The new email address for 'Ric,' 'Ed,' and the Café Metropole Club's secretary is henceforth ericksonr@wanadoo.fr. It may not be snappy, but most of the time all you need to do is click it wherever you see my name, and a ready-to-go email form pops up.

To be on the safe side, even if you never intend to write, make a note of the email address and maybe put it in your address book. For doing this, I promise that if you never write, I will not reply.

Café Metropole Club 'Reports'

Click this link slightly lightly to have a look at last week's "It Rained Like Sparerods" club 'report.' The rain in question had nothing to do with Paris, like a lot of other subjects brought up at club meetings.

A couple of other minor details concerning the club can be found tidily grouped on the all-in-one 'About the Club' page, because there aren't more than a couple. The virtual club membership card on this page continues to be free though.

The next meeting of the Café Metropole Club will be on Thursday, 28. August. The Saint's Day of the Week will be Saint-Augustin. This saint was born in 354 in Targaste and he became the Bishop of Hippone - near Bône. His mother was Sainte-Monique. Saint-Augustin was not related to Gaius Julius Caesar Octavianus, better known as Augustus.

This Was Metropole One Year Ago

Issue 7.35 - 26. Aug 2002 - The issue's Café Metropole column was titled, 'KultTour' Arrives In Paris.' The 'Au Bistro' column's headline was 'Some Non-News of the Week.' The feature of the week was absent for an unexplained reason. The Café Metropole Club update for this issue on 29. August had the "Don't Forget Napoléon!" report. Since it was summer, the Scene columnphoto: sign, forbidden, washington sq park merely repeated itself for this issue. There were four new 'Posters of the Week' and Ric's Cartoon asked, "Staying Long?"

This Was Metropole Two Years Ago

Issue 6.35 - 27. Aug 2001 - This issue began with the Café Metropole column's ' 33.7º C In Town' The 'Au Bistro' column was skipped in favor of 'Anyone for Tenting? Never Too Late for It.' This was the weekly feature. There were two 'Scene' columns, titled, 'Final August Final' and 'The Fall Scene - from September to December.' The update for the Café Metropole Club's meeting on 30. August, was called the "Walked 'Miles' To the Club" report. An Email feature had two subjects, 'Killer Trees' and 'Too Much Citron Pressé.' There were four wonderful new 'Posters of the Week' and Ric's 'Cartoon of the Week' was captioned, "We're Camping Here!"

Will 'Mardi Noir' Extend Into Fall?

When the government ended its year of governing France in July and departed for its annual vacation it left some unresolved problems behind. Now, as the French are about to resume their normal life after the summer pause, the government is faced with unfinished business plus some new contentious issues it intended to tackle this fall.

Unless the French have completely forgotten how to be French during the summer, they are going to be just as opposed to some government projects as they were before the summer-induced truce. Do I think the French have forgotten how to be French? Nope.

For Rabid Countdown Fans

photo: sign, no dogs, in russian, brighton beachThis week's 'count-down' is somewhat humdrum because I have not heard of any new 'count-down' subjects. We still have, therefore, the one provided by Jim 'Count-Down' Auman, who noted that Saturday, 11. October marks the 40th anniversary of the death of Edith Piaf. The date to remember is 48 days from today.

This sign, seen at Brighton Beach, says, 'No Poodles Allowed On the Beach,' in Russian.

Without fanfare, the number of days left this year is 128. Is this all there is until 2004? Golly. In no time at all we'll be standing up to our knees in snow on the Champ de Mars, with the mistaken hope that there will be a New Years' Eve fireworks show. Uh-uh. No chance! There never are any fireworks on New Years' Eve at the Tour Eiffel. Besides, France can't afford them this year.
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