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Lucky saying there are no night trains anymore is not a plug for SNCF. I explain that trains are so fast these days that there's no time to sleep overnight on them. Oh, the great old days when it was possible to hang out in Europe without ever staying in a hotel and sleeping on the trains.

Nancy Goldman says 'no substitutes' for honey.

Saying that on yesterday's slow SNCF train he got a complementary bottle of water, is a plug for the SNCF's slow trains. Nancy points out that, being July, her favorite source for honey on the Butte–aux– Cailles, is closed. Lucky adds that his favorite marionette museum in Lyon is probably closed like last year and the year before, so he has skipped Lyon this year.

Need a cure for hangover? Lucky says that Duke Ellington drank a glass of hot water every morning, first thing. This is the punch line of a discussion we have about the touring musician life on the road, and has nothing to do with the ten minutes that we've spent discussing hot dogs in New York – ha! – and Pink's in Hollywood.

At this moment member Jennie Boin joins the meeting, only to have Lucky ask if there are springs in Alice Springs. Jennie, from Melbourne, who has been to a lot of places around thephoto, jennie boin world lately, does not know about Alice Springs. But she has been thinking hard about giving us a 'City of the Week' and therefore proposes Wagga Wagga.

I can't help it. Santa Monica has to share this singular club distinction this week. It is pronounced 'wogga wogga' and means 'many crows. There it is – Santa Monica and Wagga Wagga are the 'City of the Week.' It's not phoney either. Jenn!e was born there.

Member Jessie Boin was born in Wagga Wagga. She hasn't been back for a long time.

By now it is just before the 'Group Photo of the Week' so we seriously begin to try and get the attention of the 'Waiter of the Week' because, dammit, we're thirsty. It turns out easier than we imagined and soon we have a 'Brown Beer of the Week' and two different weight 'Cokes of the Week' and the secretary's tropical café substitute, an 'Orange of the Week,' drowned in ice cubes.

We also get Lucky to talk about his old–old home town, Trinidad. He explains how they used to play cricket with marbles – he says, 'pitch marbles' – it must be cricket, right? Nancy says her hairdresser is a Trinidadian, and then remembers his name, but I fail to note it. It was something like 'Alice.'

To finish the club period we have a serious discussion about how scary it must have been to do underground cave paintings 40,000 years ago in France. I mean, how? They didn't have safety anything or flashlights. Lucky says they had to make their own colors too. Then Nancy remembers that the musician's local in LA is number 47.

Correction for Marjorie In Queens

Your secretary makes the occasional faux pas with some frequency so it was only natural to call the temporary home of club member Gumby the Museum of the Living Image in this week's Café column. Considering that I have actually been in this museumphoto, cokes of the week there is no adequate excuse except to say that its real name is Museum of the Moving Image, and the Gumby show is said to be more interesting than you might think.

Different weight 'Cokes of the Week' is not a plug.

Members who are Gumby fans should check out the Museum of the Moving Image in Queens for the definitive history of your hero, until 16. January. Lucky will catch this one and it isn't just because he lives next door to Astoria, like Groucho lived in Corona.

About the Café Metropole Club's About Page

Today's club meeting 'report' with a unique and original dual 'City of the Week,' probably doesn't exactly clear up what this is all about. If you have a minute extra take a spare one to have a peek at the virtual 'About the Café Metropole Club' page with its silly collection of blurred photos, cute but boring words and the infamous mess of a membership card. You can join the club too, with or without any of it, on any 'Thursday of the Week.'

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

Club meetings, as these afternoon playtimes are jokingly called, begin at 15:00, in the afternoon, always on Thursdays and continue for two complete hours until 17:00, always in the western European Time zone, now in its getting shorter daily summer version. Known in other exotic places as 3 pm to 5 pm, around somewhere else is rarely where meetings are held. Be sure to come to the café La Corona's 'grande salle.' The friendly folks in the back, with the bird, are us.

Hang out at a meeting – by being at one. Stay for a hour or two with new friends especially if you have the time for it. Real 'firsts' are welcome, with 'true' being equivalent to 'first' even if 'real' is just as likely too, and if it is an alternate form of 'real' with any sort of connection to first, like fact or fiction.

A note of caution – you may have 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 Check your name with Google if in doubt.

Former 'rules' continue to be former week after week after week, month after month, year–in year–out, forever and far beyond the present and the past. Nevertheless these ex–rules may still be looked–up so that you can know that this extremely antique – 300 meetings! – social club makes it rare to repeat them, as we are fond of repeating.

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

*The above paragraphs are relatively unchanged since last week because of today's quite surprising addition of a dual 'City of the Week' and a 'Gumby of the Week,' in Queens, of course.

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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