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Neither of us had seen the one with the Japanese salaryman who wanted to learn ballroom dancing, and neither of them had seen the Chinese movie – now I've forgotten its name. It was in Chinese on Arte–TV not too long ago, and it wasn't the first Chinese movie in Chinese that I've watched, and I don't see many films because the only interesting ones seem to be on Arte when they aren't operas or the Avignon Festival.

Why, only tonight, when I fully intended to whoop it up at Bastille on the eve of the Fête National Arte decided to show this western with John Wayne that I never heard of, and then followed it with home movies made by a guy in Spain before and during the Civil War. There'll be other Bastilles.

Meanwhile back at the club, Yoko was asking Jerry how much he likes raw fish. "If you like raw fish..." she said and then Jerry was off, with "You take the Bullet Train to Osaka and then a smaller train to somewhere else and then a kind of jitney to a village..." and I was writing furiously but I couldn't keep up.

photo, water, grenadine, mascot Today's most unusual cocktail.

One can't talk about raw fish all day. So they switched to Kobé beef. Yoko was telling – me, I guess, because Jerry knew all this already – that they bring out nose prints of the beef you are being invited to eat – pay a fortune for! – and then you whip out your pocket–sized Kobé beef nose–print database to make sure it is real McCoy before you get – get this, this is what Yoko said, "...beef so tender you can cut it with chopsticks!"

Well I am sorry that this has been about the intricacies of Chinese, raw fish and high–end beef instead of being about everybody's favorite subject, such as picking up cool original paintings for a song at Drouot like the one Jerry showed me after Yoko rushed off. I mean, where? But now I think of it, it was probably after five o'clock because it was quarter past when Jerry was leaving and I thought the meeting was still happening.

I suppose it means I've flubbed another meeting report. Last week there were no members and this week I'm out of control. If the members had any say they would probably say – oh, something pithy. Before you go, there's one other thing Yoko mentioned. She said that there is a Chinatown in Kobé. And Jerry confirmed it. He said every place has a Chinatown.

I won't say, "Wait, there's more." But there is. This new computer I've got is full of Chinese, and Japanese, and Hindi, Hebrew, and even Irish. These are all listed under fonts. I was going to put the headline in Chinese, using Yoko's name. Jerry said I couldn't do it. Something about the 2600 characters. Yeah? So why are these languages in my fonts folder? Just tell me why.

Plan Your Friday Evening Accordingly

Fireworks go off on Friday night with viewing from the Champ de Mars beginning just after sundown, probably about 22:30. The prediction is for perfect weather so get there early if you want a good view. All other things being equal the turnout will likely be large – several hundred thousand are expected – so plan to arrive either on foot or with an appropriate Métro. Getting home can be fun because everybody tends to leave together, resulting in the year's biggest cram on the Métro.

Notice of Slight Importance

The reason why I intend to take a holiday this summer hardly matters but the way I see it August is as good a month as any to throw off my formal office clothes, abandon my pressing duties and just run wild, crazy rotten wild. I need a grilled toastedcheese sandwich now!

photo, cafe el coronaThe other café of the week.

There will be no meetings of the Café Metropole Club for the following Thursdays of August:– 3, 10, 17, 24 and 31. Meetings, with or without members present, will be held on 20 and 27. July. After August the first Thursday in September will be a meeting day. Mark the 7th on your calendar. For a free club noted for rare and unusual 'firsts,' this is another rare one.

About the Café Metropole Club

Despite the warmth and noise this club meeting 'report' represents the actual meeting even if many words were mis–noted. Cast a glance at the fiction of what could have been going on here, found on the About the Café Metropole Club page, containing its few and rare morsels of delicious stinky garlic, fried snails and steamed low–fat frites. Always, frites more frites.

graphic, club location map

This About What?

These occasional club meetings, often more silly than they seem, begin at 15:00 on Thursday and continue until 17:00 every Thursday. These times, look at the clock fingers, are equivalent to 3 pm to 5 pm around somewhere else. 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.* Use your skill for other stories.

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 anyone can do it.

*The above paragraphs are relatively unchanged since last week because of the large amount of Chinese dialogue during the meeting. It came out of left field.

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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