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Terrie has brought a copy of 'Murder in the Marais' and Cara dedicates it for her, to her mother–in–law.

The club is getting to be like a lit. club with all of its writing members. For some reason I remember to ask Cara how she got started with this mass production of murder everywhere.

Dark, murky, view of Paris crime diva, Cara.

But first Terrie mentions how fine she finds the Mona Lisa's new room in the Louvre across the street, how you can see the painting perfectly clearly from 40 feet away. Cara says she has a friend in there who is copying a Fragonard. She says these copies can sell for a bundle of dollars or euros.

Meanwhile I am wondering, 'what other quartiers?' Then the ladies switch to memories of Chicago. "That's cool about Chicago, you can smoke there," Cara says, adding, "unlike San Francisco."

Then Terrie admires the cover photo for 'Murder in Montmartre.' Cara says a woman in Brooklyn does all of the 'Murder' covers. They are from stock photos. The woman in the photo is not Cara.

My notes are too sketchy to give you an accurate account of how Cara began writing. It started out around 1985 with a true story about the Occupation with the mother of a friend, and then there was a lost contact with the friend when Cara was ready to write.

Without the source the story became fiction, but over the years the search for the friend continued, and some of the research also involved talking to private detectives. One of them turnedphoto, murder in montmartre, cara black up the friend again almost a decade later, and after 'Murder in the Marais' was published, but by then it was really fiction.

Terrie and I start helping Cara who hasn't asked for any, by thinking up new true characters associated with quartiers that haven't had the 'Murder' treatment yet. 'What about,' I suggest, 'VI Lenin and Leon Trotsky, hanging out in the Monoprix that used to be a café under where they had their propaganda office near Denfert?' Cara scribbles something in her notebook.

Watch out for this book next March.

Since there are no more than three of us we can discuss this like grown–up human beings, so we do, but I neglect to note it all. I mention it in case you think all club meetings are purely nonsense instead of one percent of them being about serious lit. stuff.

But we are a bit restless because the sun is blazing away on the terrace right outside. At first we try making the 'Group Photo of the Week' inside the café, but the light is spottily bright, and so we are cavorting outside under the red awning, with wild abandon and with some nervous terracians for an audience.

Back inside Cara is packing up when Terrie tells us about the lady who pulled the ring trick on her. This is the same ring trick that other club members have described, but with Terrie the same lady tried it on her four times over several days.

We tell Cara we'll come to her reading next year on 20. March at Shakespeare, when she rolls out 'Murderphoto, camera of the week in Montmartre.' Three days later she will be doing it again at the Red Wheelbarrow in the Marais. Then Terrie and I go over to the Pont des Arts which still has some slanty sun slung across its boards, where a couple of clowns are doing their act.

'Detective Camera of the Week,' belongs to Terrie.

We don't realize it but we missed the four Indian chiefs from Brazil who were looking the foot bridge over on Wednesday, before or after having a visit with Paris' chief of Anarchists, Olivier Bresancenot.

The Café Metropole Club's About Page

This club meeting 'report,' hacked out using three of my fingers and none of my thumbs, gives a mere hint about what this is about. To find out more take a look at the 'About the Café Metropole Club' page with its historical photos, simple words and slick parody of a membership card. You can join the club too, without having any ID, in any year containing 52 'Thursdays of the Week,' each and every one with a genuine saint

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

To be perfectly frank – 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 gambol through Indian Summer 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 bring a friend or two. The folks in the rear of the big room, under the hovering sparrow named Eva, 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 or fictional. Coming to more than one club meeting is also permitted.

Note this note of caution – you may have a personal reason 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. Toss 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 seldom repeats them 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 the 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 today's meeting raised the possibility of 'Murder in the Grande Salle.'

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.

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