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This of course makes it official club history, of which there is quite a lot by now. I have to pretend to remember.

Tomoko's 'Tea of the Week,' while it's still blistering hot.

Looking at me doing this becomes boring long before I remember any umbrellas, so Berta and Rita interrogate Don. With them coming at him from both sides Don's reserve crumbles and he spills all the secrets he's been holding back since becoming member 103 on Thursday, 28. September 2000 at meeting number 52.

This is so amazing that I forget to take notes. Four years' worth of Don's secrets and they are still secret. It just goes to show that some things that get said at meetings, even though they are really 'true firsts,' get lost in translation.

Berta's portable phone starts playing a tune and as it goes on it gets louder until it sound like 'Yankee Doodle Dandy.' Having a phone ring like this, and with this tune, is two more true 'firsts.' Everybody becomes quiet so we can eavesdrop.

But Berta turns away so all we hear is mumble mumble and Rita decides to tell us about the hospitality at Harry's New York Bar. She was there for some innocent refreshment one day and they insisted on filling up a water glass with Jameson's, and then some dude came in and offered her a drink.

It took a taxi to get her outphoto, murder in belleville, cara black, book of the week of that one. Also it turned her off from drinking whisky in bars because other bars just wet the bottom of a glass, and it turned her off Irish whisky for good.

Then there is a guy in the club's area wearing a familiar face but who isn't a club member. Who was asking last week about the tunnels and catacombs? What about that familiar manhole cover I saw yesterday in the Rue Halle?

Rita's 'Book of the Week' is a 'policier,' set in Belleville.

Yes! It is Joe Schomburg, of Petite Ceinture and open manhole cover fame. "I was in the area," Joe starts to say, and the rest gets lost in introductions, handshakes, backslaps and comments about his hat – and Don's hat, because these two units form the club's first 'Men in Black' set.

Oh, all the memories! Berta remembers the cats at Trocadéro, Scoop remembers that I said 'cheap umbrellas are the best' – did I say that? And Rita wants to know how much it costs to send a Christmas card to West Hollywood.

It is so exciting that I've barely noticed that the sun is dipping into night, but just in time the members rise – including Tomoko Yokomitsu, who abandons a fresh pot of tea – and we traipse out to the Corona's terrace and the members arrange themselves with spirit, and the club's camera does its business without fuss, for a change.

Afterward, Don leaves to 'capture the light,' which has gotten soft–edged, like velvet. Like a light to roll in. Blue–mauve. Or is it exhaust gas from the traffic stalled on the Quai du Louvre?

Rita, watching Joe, decides to do the club's non–compulsory questionnaire, but first she needs to ask Berta 47 questions – about Christmas decorations. I hear, 'oranges stuffed with olives.'

On her African trip Rita visited Senegal, Mali and Burkina Faso, and the capital city there, Ouagadougouphoto, men in black, don, joe – as it chances to be, exactly where France's president is today. "In Africa everybody said they were Canadians," Rita says. Obviously she didn't see Jacques Chirac there.

The 'Men in Black' again, in case you didn't notice.

Using a club rule loophole – a 'no rules' loophole – I think I can safely declare Ouagadougou to be the 'City of the Week' because a member was there in person. Luckily Don hasn't proposed one of his duck capitals;

Then, I swear, Rita begins to discuss the details of the meeting when we had the voting for the best bumper–sticker slogans. She knows who was sitting where even though she wasn't here. Even more amazing, Tomoko hauls out her notebook, where she has noted the slogans that impressed her most. Rita and Tomoko compare memories as if it were yesterday.

Soldes d'Hiver Alert

The official word is that the coming Soldes d'Hiver will begin on Wednesday, 12. January and continue for a bit more than five weeks until Tuesday, 22. February. Bring money.

About the Café Metropole Club's About Page

Today's club meeting 'report,' lacking an actual 'Food of the Week,' had at least a mention of olives. The 'About the Café Metropole Club' pagephoto, quai du louvre has a lot of fiddly fine print, but you can skip it and not miss any thrills. An easier way to find out all you need to know about the club is by joining in person it any Thursday if you are in the area.

Today's atmosphere, across the street from the club.

You can become a real member for ever of this online magazine's real, live, and free club by becoming a member hyper–rapido on a Thursday by signing–in yourself during a meeting in Paris so long you are here, in the café's 'grande salle.' Getting to Paris is your beer.

The club's 'rules' were turned into legendary urban tales by the club's members a month of Sundays ago. The club's other fault is that it is the only club related to an Internet magazine that operates with no newsletter, regardless of how many requests there are. To unsubscribe to or disconnect, do nothing.

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

The weekly club meetings start about 15:00, on Thursday afternoons and end around 17:00, on the same Thursday afternoon in the western European Time zone – which is really 'CET' for short and not 'UZZO' although it sometimes is – and known elsewhere as 3 pm to 5 pm. Club meetings are held in Paris. When the secretary gets a better offer, club meetings will continue to be held here.

Be fiendishly clever at a meeting – like being at one – and become somewhat notorious momentarily if you are having a good mood. True 'firsts' are welcome, with 'true' having approximately the same putt value as 'first,' especially if oranges are concerned. 'True' is perfectly acceptable too, if it's honestly 'first.'

There's just one note of caution – you may have any one or more personal reasons for not wanting to be findable via the Web. If so, be sure to inform the club's secretary that you prefer to be '404 – not found' by Web search engines before becoming 'found' in one of these club reports.graphic: club location map

Former 'rules' continue to be 'former' week after week after week, month after everlasting month, year after dern endless year, and have been eliminated from the club's hyper–volumes of archives except for all the originals still online buried in the cool and deep seaside caves of western Brittany.

Talking to other club members at meetings is an encouraged activity rather than seasonally optional in fall. If there's a free chair, sit – wherever you like, or haul one over from another part of the café. What you say might be much appreciated by other members present if they are listening, and there usually are some – and if it should chance to be written here, as shreds of it are, occasionally.*

*The above paragraphs are relatively unchanged since last week because this week's 'City of the Week' was spelled letter–by–letter by Rita.

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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