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Terrie has a very new very many multi–pixel digital camera, and she hauls out a shiny bullet–shaped gizmo, and I think it is another camera, but we learn that it is a lipstick that doesn't play Radio FIP.

Kay has spent maybe too much time getting to Paris. She is worrying about having forgotten her French. Maybe it's not Kay because she says, "Many people have forgotten more French than they'll ever know."

"My word for today is audio," Dennis says. This catches Terrie off guard. She asks, "Radio?" Dennis says, "I better spell it."

At this point member Tomoko Yokomitsu, hardly needing an introduction, arrives, saying, "It's the club's birthday!" It reminds Terrie that it's Heather's birthday and it reminds Dennis that he's been invited, so we invite Terrie and she asks if she can bring a friend from Berkeley who is a brand–new doctor of psychology. Heather Stimmler–Hall as all will recall, is the club's number one member, a co–incidence.

I should mention somewhere here that Dennis has ordered a fizzy drink that is not gin and not orange, and Tomoko has forsaken her green fizzy drink for a red fizzy one, and Terrie is coaxing along a flat wine. For an anniversary, there is next to no booze around.

Then Dennis, who has been shamelessly promoting the new Cinémathèque Française, says he is going off to see a film so we all heave out to the café's terrace over some dude sitting in the path, and have the 'Group Photo Session of the Week.'

Along here somewhere Terrie springs Le Roi Barbar on us out of the place where her lipstick radio isphoto, king barbar, roi hiding, Edith is hovering near the lights overhead, cops on horses are passing by outside, Kay is saying that French has no 'H,' and Tomoko is trying to cheer me up.

"In the 8th century in Japan we had a priest who could hear 10 persons at a time," she says.

Le Roi Barbar's first ever 'Appearance of the Week.'

Meanwhile Terrie and Kay, and Tomoko too, are writing notes and exchanging them with each other. These contain addresses, phone numbers, email addresses, the locations of chocolate shops and for all I know, betting parlors, and I mention it because all of them added up would make a big wad. Terrie seems to prefer bits of paper and Kay is organized with booklets.

Before this can go on all night we get up and leave, following Tomoko out the door. On the terrace we divide and Kay and I proceed to the newspaper kiosque in front of Samaritaine where she looks for L'Officiel des Spectacles. It is not on view in the over–full kiosk, she has to ask for it and with it, she has the complete program.

Who Remembers?

It may seem like only yesterday to you but to me the first Café Metropole Club meeting was six full years ago, on a Thursday, if you can believe it. It happened on 14. October 1999, when the first members in the world found the Café Corona and joined the club, for life. A sample:–

"Except for having met Kathleen before today, I have never met so many people from Minnesota at once, in one place, before. It must be something caused by the extraordinary weather outside.

"Then Marion says, "Paris has ugly dirt."

"This is truly astonishing to me because I was looking closely at some very fine and well–behavedphoto, group 2 dirt yesterday when I was in the Luxembourg gardens watching the boules players."

In this vein, the club, your club, continues, beginning today with the first meeting of its 7th year. I'm going to remember to water the club's only live plant that is living.

The Café Metropole Club's About Page

This club meeting 'report,' picked out using only three of my long fingers, gives a tiny fraction of a hint about what this is about. If you have loose ends wrap them up with a look at the 'About the Café Metropole Club' page with its real old and musty photos, slovenly writing and sicko satire of a membership card. You can join the club too, without showing any ID, on any week of the year containing a 'Thursday of the Week,' each and every one with a real saint

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

Frankly – club meetings begin at 15:00, in the afternoon, on Thursdays and continue until 17:00, always in the western Euro Time zone, now on its creep through autumn to winter. Known in faraway zones as 3 pm to 5 pm, around somewhere else is not the place where meetings are held. Come to the café La Corona and stand in the middle of its 'grande salle' and shout in English. Bring a friend or two. The folks in the rear of the big room, under the hovering sparrow named Edith, are us.

Attend a meeting – by being at one. Pass a hour or two for a whole meeting with new friends. True 'firsts' are welcome, with 'real' being equivalent to 'true' even if 'first' is more than likely too, and if it is an alternate form of 'reality' with any sort of connection to truth, like true facts or fictional lies.

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' ingraphic: club location map one of these club reports. Throw your own name into Metropole's search feature if you have forgotten.

The 'ex–rules' that the club used to have continue to be former. Nonetheless these discontinued rules may still be accessed so that you can learn that this somewhat hypothetical club of no purpose repeats them seldom as they are already on record, even if remembered by very few.

Talking to other club members at meetings is encouraged rather than optional. There are usually dozens of empty chairs, so sit – wherever you like. Nobody will mind if you stand either. Whatever you say will be truly 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 the club's live birthday plant is thirsty and is calling for some fizzy water before it chokes to dust.

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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