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The next meeting of the Café Metropole Club will be on the first Thursday of September which is the 7th. The 'Saint of the Week,' based on today rather than then, is Saint–Ignacio López de Loyola. Known to friends as Iñigo, he was beatified and canonized on 12. March, 1622, a mere 66 years after death. As well as being today's saint, he is also the patron saint of Guipúzcoa and the Society of Jesus which was founded on Montmartre on 15. August 1534.

The hardly less unlikely legend of the club is on a page of sheer wonder so adroitly called the 'About the Club' page. Test your reasoning facilities with some frivolous facts, by glancing at the club's exclusive, raddled and shabby hand–fashioned membership card before its pending oblivion.

Notice of Minor Importance II

There is no reason why the club's secretary intends to take a holiday this summer except he feels like flying and the way he sees it August is a better month than any other to jettison his formal attire, forsake his light duties and just run crazy rotten wild, like a rolling stone on ballbearings. He has to have a grilled garlic–flavored cheese chipolata sandwich now!

For this reason there will be no meetings of the Café Metropole Club for any of the Thursdays of August:– 3, 10, 17, 24 and 31, none of them! After August the first Thursday in September will be a meeting day. Deftly mark the 7th on your calendar. For a free club noted for rare and unusual 'firsts,' this is another rare something.

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This Was Metropole One Year Ago

This feature continues to be unavailable this week for climatic reasons, partly because 'Ed' is the decider here but mainly because it the heat is off, but the memories of temperature remain.

Café Life Lite 1O1

Lest We Unrecall

Today is the anniversary of the punishment meted out to Daniel Defoe who was sentenced in 1703 to three days in the pillory. This was a neat contraption of wood, supported on a post, with holes for the convict's neck and wrists. Locked into this the condemned were supposed to be scorned with insults and pelted with offal. However, proving that the pen was mighter than the judges, folks tossed flowers at Defoe and drank to his health instead.

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Defoe's release from the pillory was followed by residence in Newgate Prison but he was sprung by high nobs in return for becoming a spy. Famous for later writing Robinson Crusoe, Defoe was exceptionaly industrious, and he had some odd ideas. "Wherever God erects a house of prayer the Devil always builds a chapel there – and 'twill be found, upon examination, the latter has the largest congregation," he wrote in 1701, in The True–Born Englishman.

Pataphysical Pluck

There are a mere 153 days left of this year, the same number that 1777 had when Marie–Joseph–Paul–Yves–Roch–Gilbert Du Motier, known as the Marquis de La Fayette became a Major–General in the Continental Army of the United States. Lafayette, as he was known for short, was 19 years old. Orphaned at 13, he joined the French army when he was 14 and he was married at 16 to Marie–Adrienne–Françoise de Noailles. He signed up to fight for the Yankees but Louis XV refused to let him go. The British asked the French to seize Lafayette's boat at Bordeaux – he owned his own ship – and Lafayette was arrested. But he dressed up like a lady and escaped, beat the process servers, and set sail with the British in pursuit. They didn't catch him and the rest is history.

This is totally unconnected to the fact that this year has used up 212 days, the same number that 1803 had when the Swedish inventor John Ericsson was born in Långbanshyttan. After moving to America following disappointments in Britain, he invented some sort of propellor but he was tricked out the credit and pay. So he invented the iron–clad battleship, but often regretted working for the US Navy. A hot–air engine he invented didn't work, but torpedos did. At the end of his career he was working on solar–powered engines, but he was still ahead of his time. He was, as far as I know, no relation.

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Florida News Continues No–Show

On no particular dateI have not been enjoying researching the Saints for this page because the subject is so puzzling. Today I learned that Wikipedia does have a Saints section, containing much more information than I or any reader wants to know. Since the 10th century Catholic saints have been canonized, but even before this process is completed, certain people can be called 'saints.' Then there are Orthodox saints which are less formal but just as real. In fact they may not be 'official' at all and still be saints. Which I suppose means that we are all saints of a sort, somewhat along the lines of Daniel Defoe's assertion about chapels.

In a Class of His Own

This date may be remembered, by some, as the birthday of Milton Friedman, a well–known philosopher of economics. Most famous for, "I am in favor of cutting taxes under any circumstances and for any excuse, for any reason, whenever it's possible", Milton also advocated the legalization of drugs and prostitution, and along with 500 other deep thinkers called for discussing the decriminalization of marijuana. They claim that there could be an economic benefit, possibly by taxing dope dealers.

A bientôt à Paris
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