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And this is where the club meeting notes do not exactly take a dive, but become extremely terse, blank, mostly non–existant. Who says, 'summer sales in Los Vegas,' and why? Then there's "Not so hot" but it has no context because the club's secretary is not writing down any of the connecting dots.

Susan went to watch the final rounds of the Tour de France on the Champs–Elysées last Sunday. It was a hot day, mostly cloudless, and about a quarter–million other fans of bikes and free shows had turned out, hours early, to watch the big circus whirl around the cobbles like they do every year.

photo, mess of the weekA bonanza for Wille the Bird.

It wasn't the best spot, somewhere around George V, but she managed to get closer to the edge of the street when some weaker souls gave up and left. The problem was this other fan who could not stand still. He kept bumping into Susan and then accusing her of bumping into him. She asks, "How do you pronounce cretin?"

Doug suggests, "Rat fink!" and he wasn't even there. But, before we could find out if Susan actually got the see any cycle heros, we have to start being careful with out feet because Willy the Bird has arrived to sort through the dead frites littering the floor.

A group of seven or eight have taken the window tables, and they have been ordering half the café's menu. With the window open it is pretty noisy so it is no trouble to avoid paying them much attention – but they are probably what attracted Willy. Even a pigeon shows up, chugging around the floor. Maybe it'll be seagulls next.

As cool as it is, the sky is still gray but it's not going anything, but this cool is not really any kind of fresh cool. Look, it is just a plain, ordinary, crummy cool – and it turns out to be 30 degrees at least. Doug suggests we do the group photo of the week, pay up, and scram.

So we do, and do, and do, and then I go and tell Monsieur Ferrat that there will be no club meetings in August, but he is counting tiny euro cents in the tabac and doesn't want to lose his place – there's millions of the dratted little coins – so the message may not be received, but it's okay because nobody ever tells the rookie waiter of the week anything anyway.

photo, seine of the week All quiet on the 'left' Seine.

What the Waiter of the Week Doesn't Know

I am taking a holiday this summer for no particular reason but the way I see it August is as good a month as any to throw off my formal Hawaiian shirts, abandon my pressing duties and just run wild, crazy rotten wild. I have an urgent desire for a grilled toasted cheese sandwich now!

There will be NO meetings of the Café Metropole Club for the following Thursdays of August:– 3, 10, 17, 24 and 31. The first meeting after August will be on the 1st Thursday in September. Mark the 7th and underline it on your calendar. For a free club with many members and some unusual 'firsts,' this is not exactly one.

About the Café Metropole Club

Heat aside and street noise, this 346th club meeting 'report' represents a miniscule fraction of the actual meetings even if many others are in the online archives. If in doubt cast a glance at the phoney fable of what might have been going on here, found on the About the Café Metropole Club page, containing its tasty and rare morsels of delicious stinky words, boiled commas and steamed low–fat paragraphs. And always, more capital frites.

graphic, club location map

This About What?

These truly spontaneous club meetings, often more than the little they are, begin at 15:00 on Thursday and continue until 17:00 every Thursday. These times, check 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.* Your skill for other stories is actively urged.

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 one of the few ways to remain unfound.

*The above paragraphs are relatively unchanged since last week because of the club's secretary finger sticking to the sticky keys and the other finger sticking to the sticky mouse, making it impossible to wave away this Lady Bug here, some kind of Coccinellidae.

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.
Next club meeting on Thursday, 7. September.

A bientôt à Paris
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