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Anyway, Honolulu, is 'City of the Week.' You know the Hawaiian Islands are so fantastic that youphoto, carafe d'eau, plastic bottles hardly ever meet anybody from them. This time is a near thing too because Doug says they had to buy summer clothes here because they dressed to suit my cool weather forecasts.

Many brands, many flavors, of waters.

"The weather is boring in Honolulu," Doug says, "It's always 75 to 85 degrees." Patrick comes by and Doug orders some white wine, then he adds, "There's a pronounced lack of trade winds in Paris."

Then all members, nearly all, engage in some 'secretary bashing' about the fanciful weather forecasts I add to these club 'reports.' I don't understand why this hasn't come up before. I don't believe them when I write them, but I thought all readers knew this.

If I'm wrong you just take off some clothes. It's not like being so misdirected that you need to buy a fur coat when you get here. Lennie remains calm when I ask if they are aware that the 'Soldes d'Eté' start tomorrow, except at Samaritaine.

Then member Vince arrives. He is hot and damp, says hello, and leaves without officially signing the members' booklet, again. When I return to the conversation Doug is saying, "The very short history of Hawaii in the west..."

Apparently Hawaii is so far west that everything happens there last. We can't get far with this so Dan and Doug try to find out which is the greater paradise – Sydney or Hawaii.

This brings up a clarification about the ocean–going crocodiles. I thought they were up Brisbane way – certainly not anywhere near Honolulu – but Dan insists that they are out in Western Australia too. You can stand in the vineyards and see crocs cruising in the ocean.

photo, wine, sancerreLennie says a lot of people in Hawaii regularly go to the shore to watch the whales and the submarines. We used to do this in Vancouver too, especially for the subs, at night. It was kind of like being at a free drive–in without any movie.

So we learn that Honolulu means 'gathering place' and Canberra means 'meeting place.' Aside from the weather, members cannot say there are no interesting facts at this club.

Much tastier, Sancerre from the Loire.

Tomoko Yokomitsu comes in, wilted. She says the 'Beatles Story' went over fine out wherever it was on Tuesday and lets Dan off the hook for forgetting all about it. Then everybody except Sandor and me, is talking about the fantastic Japanese weddings in Hawaii. Apparently it's the Pacific version of Niagara Falls.

"We got married on the beach," Doug says. But Tomoko is remembering all the weddings she hasn't been to in Hawaii so I can't get this vital story – did they wear shoes?

No, actually Tomoko is explaining that most of the sushi joints in Paris are run by Vietnamese. She also knows that the sushi in Japan comes from a fish company in Seattle. What this means is that we are melting.

The sky outside has darkened from hazy white to dark grey soup and just before five some windshield wipers on the cars outside begin to sway. A gust of sodden wind blows through the café's 'grande salle,' making the fronds tremble.

Then it gets hairy. The trees across the street flatten, the rain hurtles past, driving lights go on, unmarkedphoto, wet terrace police cars howl by, Patrick begins battening down the café's hatches. Dan and I go out on the terrace and stand under the awning. The weather is completely unhinged, deranged.

Today's 'Drenched Terrace of the Week.'

Lightening bolts are driven into the Quartier Latin like hot nails. Rain, tires in running water, splashing puddles, little rivers, police sirens, thunder overhead, buses lurching past, gusts of wind grabbing the awning, the café doors being blasted open, drowned rats – a scooter girl – diving into the café for shelter. We stand there for nearly a hour.

About the Café Metropole Club's About Page

Today's club meeting 'report' with enough members for a water party, probably doesn't exactly clear up what this is all about. Take a glance at the virtual 'About the Café Metropole Club' page with its collection of words, but you can skip most of them and still not miss the membership card. You can join the club, with or without one, on any 'Thursday of the Week.'

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

Club meetings, as these affairs are called, begin at 15:00, in the afternoon, always on Thursdays and continue for two complete hours until 17:00 the same afternoon, usually in the western European Time zone, now in its summer version. Known in other rare places as 3 pm to 5 pm, around somewhere else is not where meetings are held. Be sure to show up in the café La Corona's 'grande salle.' The folks drinking waters in the rear are us.

Enhance a meeting – by being at one or more. Hang around for a hour or two with new and old friends especially if you have the time for it. True 'firsts' are welcome, with 'true' being equal to 'first' even if 'real' is just as likely too, and if it is an alternate form of 'reality' with any sort of connection to true life, fact or fiction.

A note of caution – you may have any one or more personal reasons for remaining unfindable 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 Throw your name into Google if you have doubt.

Former 'rules' continue to be former week after week after week, month after month, year–in year–out, forever and moreover beyond the plains, divides, meteorites and stars. Nevertheless these may still be consulted so that you know the past of this historical social club making it rare to repeat it, as we attempt to avoid doing.

Talking to other club members at meetings is encouraged rather than optional if there aren't any. There are usually empty chairs, so sit – wherever you like. Standing is permitted too. Whatever you say will be honestly appreciated by other members present if there are any that are listening, and there usually are some – and if it should chance to be written here.*

*The above paragraphs are relatively unchanged since last week because of today's total surprise mention of Perth's dreaded ocean–going crocodiles.

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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