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All I remember from Sunday night's forecast is that it is expected to be a lot colder than Panama in Paris on Wednesday and Thursday. Regardless of the odds, if they said the high is going to be 3 each day, then I will tend to believe it will be about 3 degrees. But if it gets to 10 I am not going to eat my hat. I should get a medal.

Meanwhile here's Météo Jim with the downtown Pommeville prediction, flashes of the southwest, far west and exciting New Years in and around Pommeland:–

Full of Things that Never have Been

Hurricane Zeta is thrashing around in the Atlantic Ocean. The mild temperatures predicted for New Year's Eve were in the low to mid 30's and Pommeland received an inch of snow to decorate the festivities. Temperatures are predicted to be in the mid 40s for Monday and Tuesday accompanied by rain. Then the warmth will slowly retreat and the Twelfth Night will creep down to the upper 30s, withphoto, sign, rue madame snow showers. The Pacific coast will be battered by storms and Texas and Oklahoma will keep on burning with grass fires, caused by lack of rain and abnormally high temperatures.

*Disclaimer – As usual, the usual disclaimer will disclaim any discrepancies.

Café Life

Friday morning I planned to go to Etoile to shoot the traditional, if rare, view of the Arc de Triomphe blotted out by a Parisian blizzard. As part of the preparation I turned on radio France–Info to get the weather forecast. It said snow in Brittany was coming here, to be followed later in the afternoon by freezing rain. Hotcha, hotcha, get the photo!

I looked out the window and the Tour Montparnasse was gone, lost in the murk. The street below was rapidly covered and the four black lines left by car tires turned gray as the snow thickened. Well and fine, but not quite a blizzard. Need to wait a bit more to see if it's going to be a true blitz.

So I went out for supplies – cigarettes and money. The snow seemed to have stopped, but my head was immediately wet. Hours in advance, despite France–Info, the freezing rain was here. It felt like icy needles, especially when pushed by the breezephoto, snack kiosk, new years eve from the south. Ghastly is the best word for it. If this keeps up the whole city will be glassed, slicker than the ice rink at the Hôtel be Ville. It's not weather for sending enemies out for a bit of fun.

Catering for New Years Eve hunger.

Not only this but freezing rain doesn't show well in photos. I could go out there and end up in the emergency ward with a broken leg, cohabiting with the bent scooter drivers and other hapless victims too foolhardy to stay in.

If the freezing rain is earlier than expected, maybe we'll have the predicted thaw by nightfall. And before you know it Paris Plage will be beckoning with its wavering palms, grass skirts and Hawaiian guitars. It's a sure thing, eventually.

After Friday's excitement the climate turned normal so everybody could go out shopping for oysters, caviar and Champagne on Saturday. Some people were confident enough to leave this to the last minute, almost to the last oyster.

I went to Uncle Den–Den's as invited, and was the first to arrive so I got the best stuff. Everybody else who came later left earlier and just the two of us were sitting there at midnight, which we forgot. Dennis said he was going to California next time. Then some Californians arrived and the party picked up again.

On New Years Day the radio news said more cars were burned in celebration than usual, but spread all over the country. Arrests were more than usual too, but it might of been because of the 25,000 flics on watch, with orders to be severe. The opinion was that it had been a quiet New Years.

It was certainly quiet on the street on New Years Day. The weather was mild but it was damp, so a lot of people went to the Dôme in Montparnasse and had some fish stew to ward off chills.

Soldes d'Hiver

photo, sign, rue jean bartThis season's Soldes d'Hiver begin on Wednesday, 11. January and continue until Tuesday, 21, exactly a nautical month before spring. According to news reports the sales may be over at Harrod's before they start here. These same reports informed me that there are many opportunities for dining inside London's department stores, just so long as you have the equivalent amount of quids necessary.

The Latest Café Metropole Club 'Report'

The 'Club Meeting of the Week' last Thursday tangoed off my fingers as the 'No Fur Hat is Too Expensive' meeting report. Scoop Maginniss didn't buy a new fur hat because he already has a leather motorcycle cap – in a style made famous by John Lennon. Berta glowed.

This coming Thursday meeting of the Café Metropole Club will without doubt be a surprise party, without the club's secretary being the surprise. The 'Saint of the Week' will be Saint–Édouard le Confesseur. This somewhat Anglo saint du jour, was the son of Ethelred II le Malavisé. Eddie was a bungler of a king, but was loved, especially by the poor and possibly by his wife, Edith de Wessex, and he was known for extreme piety.photo, as always, the seine Eddie died in 1066, leaving affairs to his cousin Guillaume de Normandie, and his brother–in–law Harold, who quarreled.

The Seine, gray, and sky of fog, color of lead.

A somewhat true story about the club is on the 'About the Club' page. Should curiosity strike help yourself to an examination of the club's original and hand–crafted membership card, good for absolutely nothing. No less Hors d'âge, the club membership is guaranteed to be what it actually is – no less than life–long.

Faits Divers XIV

'Ed,' Ric, the secretary of the Café Metropole Club and radio ric, all wish all readers a very happy and smooth January and February this month. Salut les copains!
signature, regards, ric

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