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I should look at the notes I made. Ah yes. New Mexico is having a drought Sandy says. Only one inch of rain when there should have been 11 inches in the past six months. Me, I think New Mexico is in the desert. I ask Sandy how things are in Patagonia. He says Patagonia is in South America as if this means it is okay not to know how things are there. But I meant the Patagonia in New Mexico. Sandy says there is no Patagonia in New Mexico. "Arizona?" I try. Sandy is dubious.


He has eaten his pie and sipped off his café, and after a long wait Patrick has brought a very ordinary glass of plain water. Sandy is about to go somewhere quiet and peaceful so I try to hustle him into posing for the 'group photo of the week.' This is the least of Sandy's desires.

But as luck often has it members Sharon and Elliot Medrich sweep up and install themselves, ordering drinks, with Elliot saying something like, "The only American club members who have come from the only city whose mayors included a past governor and a past congressman."

photo, sharon, beer of the weekCool café, cooler beer, in breezy Paris.

As you know, windows open, out there on the quai there is a motordrom of traffic, sirens, diesel trucks, unmuffled scooters – finally Sharon says, "Read my lips very slowly." I write 'only' and than add another 'only' and then puzzle it out and give up. What city?

Sharon has this look – 98 years old and can't tie his shoelaces! "Oakland," she says. Yeah. Right. Everybody knows Oakland has ex–congressmen for mayors. What happens to its ex–mayors?

The good thing is that Sandy is perking up, telling us how he rents his house to the opera so he can come here every summer where it rains more than in New Mexico but still there's a drought happening. Sharon is saying she has a habit of hanging out with Elliot – for 10 years now – but then they start picking on him and the New York accent he's never completely smothered in California..

Sandy says, "How do you say 'milk,' Sharon?" Sharon says, "Melk." Adding, "Where are the lovely young women who come out on the westernmost tip of Brittany?" I swear this is a question I noted but I don't see anything else here about it, because then Sharon asked me for my opinion about hybrid cars.

photo, corona terrace today Club café terrace of the week.

Before I could express my highly thoughtful consideration we decided to really do the 'group photo of the week' and up we heaved and out we trotted and the mood was good and kidding, arms around each other, and mugging a bit but what the hell, this is Paris and you can be whatever you want here.

And out there, being edged by waiters, ogled by bored drivers, we ended up shaking hands, all, and that was that – for another year or until Christmas, or until next year in Oakland or Santa Fe, New Mexico.

Consider Saturday Night

France plays against Brazil next Saturday evening in the World Cup. Although the match will be in Germany, if France wins there will certainly be a spontaneous celebration on the Champs–Elysées and it will probably be somewhat rowdy. But joy will be real. If you can stand it it'll be something not to miss. On the other hand if France flubs it's date with destiny the celebration on the Champs–Elysées will not be spontaneous. Stay tuned.

About the Café Metropole Club

Not nearly as likely but quite true as far as this club meeting 'report' goes, especially the 'food of the week' for the second week running. Take a peek at the explanation of what might be going on here, found on the About the Café Metropole Club page, containing its few morsels of wisdom, hamburgers, baguettes, green peppers, garlic, steamed snails and frites. Always, always frites.

graphic, club location map

What's This?

These silly club meetings, never as serious as they seem, begin at 15:00 every Thursday and continue until 17:00 on Thursdays. These times, see the clock fingers, are equivalent to 3 pm to 5 pm not around here. Around here is where these meetings are. Whatever you say will be truly appreciated by the other members present if there are listening, and sometimes there are but not always – and if it should by rare chance be written here.* Other stories will depend on your skill.

Caution – should you have the personal goal of remaining unfindable via the Web, be sure to inform the club's secretary that you prefer to be '404 – not found' by Web search engines before becoming 'found.' Not becoming a club member is another way to remain unfound, but it is far less fun.

*The above paragraphs are relatively unchanged since last week because of the dispensation given to hybrid drivers to forgo freeloading riders and roll solo in the carpool lanes during rush hours.

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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