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Me, I'm sitting there thinking of mountains and all I can feature is the sky over Trocadéro. Get there on the Métro. Don't need to stay in a little pension, be in by 21:00 because the door's locked.

So, it seems in Paris that all of us who aren't rich, we can go to Trocadéro and see the sky with the golden dome of the Invalides twinkling off to the northeast. Or camp out on the Champ de Mars or go down in the 15th to the André Citroën park with the balloon, or up on Montmartre or Belleville or out at La Villette.

photo, kids in the bandSome on the band kids on Sunday.

This is exactly what thousands of Parisians do on Sundays. Everywhere outside on Sundays there are hordes and hordes of folks. And we are the ones not going to any of the 40 or 50 open museums, circuses, flea markets and junk fairs, protest demonstrations, bicycle tours, roller randos, horseraces, swimming pools, window shopping – anybody do this? People on bridges, gawking at Notre Dame or lining up for ice cream.

It wasn't even that warm out and every ice cream stand was mobbed. Maybe the 40 or 70 marching bands down on the Champ de Mars had something to do with it – or the Brit cyclists drinking Champagne out of the back of a van, the kids on the donkeys, the couples trying to get a grip on the Invalides. Folks go out to feel the sky on their heads. Me too.

The 'Missing' Café Metropole Club 'Report' Items

The last Club Meeting of the Week back on last Thursday took place with a member present in the room, which was about what the club's secretary least expects sometimes. Cast a goggle at the 'report' of this graphic meeting, which, with scant invention, was headlined, 'Look! No Photos!' It was yet another major and unforgettable club 'first,' although invisible.

photo, cafe tournesol, rue gaite Friday night in Montparnasse.

The next meeting of the Café Metropole Club will be real or imagined, with bogus and unusual 'firsts' such as a new 'Day of the Week.' The next 'Saint of the Week' will be Saint Médard de Noyon, or Medardus, if you fancy Latin. He was born in 456 in Salency. He was a humdrum church guy, most famous for moving to Noyon, because it was safe from barbarous attacks by the Huns. He was also famous for rain, and for Saint Barnabé reminding him to button his fly.

The largely true and vastly exciting story of the club is on the page oddly named the 'About the Club' page. Should your curiosity be aroused, shift an eyeball towards the club's original and hand–made membership card, before its eventual replacement by a paving stone small enough to fit in your pocket.

This Was Metropole Three Years Ago

photo, sign, avenue de new york

Issue 8.24 – 9. June 2003 – the Café Metropole column began with, 'A See–Art Week.' Au Bistro was was absent, but the issue's feature was titled, 'The Real Daguerréotypes – Henri Cartier–Bresson's First Show.' There were two Scène columns, with 'The 'classic' Version' and the 'summer Version.' The Café Metropole Club update for 12. June was titled, 'The 'Secretary in Coma, Loses Marbles' report. There were another four beautiful 'Posters of the Week' and Ric's cartoon of the week was cleverly captioned as 'Plate of French Fries'.

This Was Metropole Five Years Ago

Issue 6.24 – 11. June 2001 – this issue's Café Metropole column was headlined, 'Free Champagne & Street Eats.' The Au Bistro column's headline was, 'Take the TGV–Med.' The issue's feature was about a 'Fête In Les Frigos – Art On Ice.' There were two Email features, 'The Flying Rhino' from Charles Fremont and from Al Riley there was 'The Politics of Orangina.' The Café Metropole Club update on 14. June was headlined as the "Something Pulled Us Here" report and the report for the 13. June meeting was titled as the 'When In Paris' report. There were four strikingly new 'Posters of the Week' again and Ric's Cartoon of the Week was simply about, 'Mole Art.'

Café Life Lite 1O1

Premature Pataphysical Obituary

photo, sign, rue delambre with bubbles

There are a whopping 209 days left of this year, which means there are hardly any whole days until the begin of the Soldes d'Eté later this month. This is exactly the same number of 'days left,' as at this time in 1998 when two important news services broadcast the news of the death of Bob Hope, who lived to be a 100 and died in 2003. This is totally unconnected to the fact that this year has used up 157 days, the same number that 1866 had when calculations by learned eggheads revealed that Plutowas as far as it could get from Earth and still be in the solar system. This won't happen again until 2113, in August of course. And it was on this date in 1924 that Ernst Alexanderson sent a fax to his dad in Sweden, who didn't know it was the first one and ignored it. More recently, in 1956, Elvis Preseley sang 'Hound Dog' on Uncle Miltie's TV show, which has caused all these air–tummies you see today. Finally, some UK voters participated in the one and only national referendum, and probably voted against joining Europe, because it was there.

A bientôt à Paris
signature, regards, ric

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