Anything For a Fan

photo, group of doug, edna, bob, susan Club members Doug, Edna, Bob and Susan, au natural.

Photos Not Photoshopped

by Ric Erickson

Paris:– Thursday, 20. July:–  Once again the world's focus shifts from the puny affairs of man to the magnificence of Boggleville, which today adds amazement to awe as its mademade beach deftly spans the Seine to become plural Paris–Plages, with a stirring slogan ringing in all ears to be remembered throughout the ages – "More is better good for you!"

Meanwhile back in the real world but still in Boggleville, we have the weather forecast. This is one worthy, rather than extraordinary, of this town in summer. To those surprised to find themselves sweaty and hot, who are here expressly to escape the rigors of south Florida, all I can say is, we have all the garlic you can stand!

Based on a combination of tonight's TV–weather news and today's forecast in Le Parisien – although not in color – here is the latest. Expect storms tomorrow because they didn't quite happen today, but these will mostly be in eastern France, while here it may be mostly sunny and variable. The Alert Orange is over even though the overnight low is to be 20 degrees, while the high on Friday might be 32 degrees.

photo, first dancers, paris plages 2006Eleven months' wait to shake their shoes again.

Meanwhile the ozone is to become iffy with Saturday's variable skies that will be less boring than total blue, enhanced as they will be by a passing wave of muck–weather. In terms of Celsius it may be about 31 degrees.

Sunday will be another remarkable day in the annals of weather history by being mostly sunny most places around here, with a comfortable and moderate high temperature of 27 degrees. It would be well to remember one of Le Parisien's headlines for today – "Il fait trop chaud pour travailler." Read all about it on page 12.

The 'Anything For a Fan' Report

Devil–may–care was my not mood when I set off for the club this afternoon, until I noticed that the air was kinder than it's been and a trailing breeze pushed up my shirt tail and caressed my back that has been spending a lot of time glued to sticky chairs. This feeling returned almost immediately in the Métro, in a wagon full of gaspers and users of anything for a fan.

photo, glasses of the week Better late than none, the drinks.

After wheezing along Dauphine coming to the breeze cruising along the Seine was marginally refreshing. If the sky had not become gray and heavy, reaching ever lower, the blue sails along Paris–Plages would have been more welcome. It is a rule here that the opening day cannot be too brilliant because after that downhill is the only direction.

You may wonder how it is possible to tell that all the traffic that formerly used the river–side speedway has crammed itself into the remaining and non–expandable Quai du Louvre. It is plugged solid now. Just like it is plugged solid all the time, but especially during club meetings. Still I sense it is plugged more solid than ever. I have a short nose for these things.

Well, te dum do do, it is cooler today. I kept telling myself this as I got warmer, got to the club's café, got inside and took up a place near the windows in the back, thinking maybe I could ask Patrick to open them. Motionless, I cooked, turned to melted butter.

Before I could assess this feeling members Edna and Bob Bradley from Costa Mesa in Orange County pulled up, selected chairs and collapsed. Not more than a few minutes later, long before learning everything about their personal war with bugs, members Susan and Doug Fuss presented themselves for the meeting.

photo, water glass of the weekThe drinks of the week.

Had I remembered any names I could have made introductions rather than hoping that all members were already acquainted, which they weren't. After two minutes when Patrick said the windows couldn't be opened, Doug suggested we move to another part of the café's grande salle. This we did and though the relief was slight it was better than the stew we had been in.

We discussed the usual places one can find air conditioning such as hotel lobbies if not hotel rooms, and in a pinch one can always pretend to be shopping in a Monoprix or a Picard frozen food boutique. For example the Bradleys had fond memories of their Eurostar train ride from London.

And by then Patrick had found us again and everybody ordered drinks, mostly water or things containing a lot of water. He had remembered me first and I sat there looking at my full caraffe and glass full of ice for 20 minutes before anything came for the members.

Then, somewhat refreshed, Doug showed us his souvenir from Beirut. He thought he was buying a t–shirt with a discrete logo of the US Embassy in Beirut on the front and it was only as he was being flown in a CH–53 to Cypru that he became aware of the larger message on the back. Luckily he was not trying to pass through security at JFK.

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