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Tomoko, speaking of tea, remembers air hostesses asking whether she preferred black tea or green tea. She tellsphoto, tea pot, cup of the week me in Japan it is called 'red' tea, but I've already forgotten which is which. Then we go on to likely sources of white grape juice.

The 'Pot of the Week' was tea, not wine.

Then we switch to philosophy. Tomoko says, "In Japan if you don't live in a Japanese prison you are guilty." I guess this applies to folks in public housing too, but no, these aren't prisons either. "Guilty because you don't suffer enough."

Then it's back to cats. She tells me about the SPCA which is called the 'SPA' – is this right? – here. She says if you go there looking for a new pet dog or cat, you have to pass an interview, with a psychologe. They ask if you have health insurance for the animal and whether you intend to feed it expensive beef four times a week, and if you don't pass you don't get any new pet cat. "You have to be rich!" she exclaims.

Which, oh so naturally, leads to back iced tea. Or café glacé. We have a small world tour of the iced tea situation in Japan and France. 'Are there street kiosks in Japan?' I ask.

There are 24–hour grocery stores, there are McDos, there are – mainly – vending machines as near as I can make out. Nothing like the Joes here in the little kiosks withphoto, beaujolais patrick of the week hot crêpes and Nutella, cool drinks and maybe even cigars. No. "Sometimes you get the drink and the coin back," Tomoko says about the superiority of vending machines, or, automats as some Europeans call them.

Then, since it is nearly five, Tomoko says she won't bring her dentist with her next week. She doesn't say her dentist has a sparkling personality. I wonder if he might be Japanese and guilty.

Patrick attentively takes orders for café and tea, red.

Probably not. Tomoko wrote a play in English, not to get rich, but to have a part that requires her to speak English. "The black cat was squashed flat," is one of her exercises. Better than what happened to the woman whose fingers froze so bad on the keys that she had to get a job cleaning fish.

Actually, I made that up. Tomoko didn't say what happened to her, except we both know, she was guilty.

It you think that this 'club report' has had more than the usual ration of nonsense, feel at liberty to read the free news that is being posted occasionally on the 'News page.

The Café Metropole Club's About Page

This club meeting 'report,' punched out with four frozen fingers and one bent elbow, probably leaves you in the dark. To find out the true truth have a peek at the 'About the Café Metropole Club' page with its now antique photos, wonderful words and shabby membership card. You can join the club too, without even having two thoughts, in any year containing at least one fourth 'Thursday of the Week' in November. Like the one coming next week rather than this one which was the third.

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

Club meetings begin as always at 15:00, in the afternoon, on every Thursday, and continue until 17:00, in the western Euro Time zone, now nearly into winter. Known in distant lands as 3 pm to 5 pm, around somewhere else is never where meetings are held. Come to the café La Corona. Bring a friend or two. The folks in the rear of the big room, full of green tea, are us.

Attend a meeting – by coming to one. Pass a hour or two or a whole meeting with other club members. Real 'firsts' are welcome, with 'real' being equivalent to 'true' even if 'first' is more than likely, and if it is an alternate form of reality with any sort of connection to fiction,graphic: club location map like history. Attending multiple club meetings is encouraged.

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' in one of these club reports.

The 'ex–rules' that the club once had continue to be former. These discontinued rules may still be read if you can find them. You can, in theory, learn that this somewhat real club of minor purpose seldom institutes new rules because nobody cares for the old ones, which were many.

Talking to other club members at meetings is okay rather than optional. There are always dozens of empty chairs, so sit – wherever you like. Leaning is okay too. Whatever you say will be truly appreciated by the other members present if there are any listening, and sometimes there are but not always – and if it should chance to be written here.*

*The above paragraphs are relatively unchanged since last week because during today's meeting on Beaujolais Nouveau Day no club members drank anything other than tea, and café, 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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