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Before we even have Patrick, the ur–waiter of the week, bring us drink, Yoko hauls out a pillow that she has just acquired for a good price somewhere in the Rue de Sèvres, near, as she says, the Rue de Bac. It is a lovely pillow and Moe immediately buys it, which is not such a bad thing because Yoko has another. All the same – another true club first – a snazzy pillow sale!


The next of today's extraordinaries came quickly and again from Yoko who extracted a package of Japanese cookies from one of her bags and we immediately needed that little knife to wedge open the cellophane which is now made of panzerglas. "To keep bad people from putting in rotten things," Yoko explains. But Terry has buried Bongo too deep and we have to use other methods, a bit short of explosives.

photo, cookie of the weekCookie of the week – taste it!

In fact, Patrick takes away the package and it gets sawed open in the kitchen. Upon his return Yoko extracts a cookie from the pack and hands it to me. It too is wrapped in its individual cellophane, but it is a bit limp. So is the cookie, most of which sticks to the roof of my mouth. It's a good thing I wasn't using it for anything else.

Then, in order to keep this report simple, we go out to the café's terrace for the customary group photo of the week. I am doing quite well until Terry happens to mention white balance. He's right. I had set it for the supposed light in the café's interior, which makes the whole outside world too blue. I switch the camera to daytime and shoot some more.

This ends the visit of Moe and Terry and they gather their bags and mascots and hike off to a late lunch with a friendly Joe at the Prince de Galles.

Then Yoko and I settle down to exchanging horizons. For example, I learn about the half–price ticket outlet in Times Square. I could have told her about Water Taxi Beach but it was kind of wintry there when I left on Tuesday. But while I was there, Yoko was in Osaka, also enjoying sub–human temperatures of 37 degrees. Small world!

photo, white unbalanced, groupUnbalanced white group photo of the week.

Of course the big news is the royal birth in Japan. Yoko kindly clears up all my misconceptions about this. Yoho is happy it's a boy, she said. She explained the geopolitical consequences concerning the second son, the unlikelihood of an Empress and the unhappiness of the first son, something about the prime minister – the one with all the hair – and before you know it, I'm boggled again. At least I have these copious notes.

As a gesture to close the meeting – usually we just cut and run – Yoko calls over Patrick and gives him one of the Japanese cookies. She tells him it is a gateau japonaise. I think that's what she said. Patrick looked puzzled. It didn't occur to me to warn him about it sticking to the roof of his mouth.

About the Café Metropole Club

As unlikely as it seems, but this is a true club meeting 'report' representing a miniscule fraction of the actual events even if many others occurred. Hurt a glance at the equally true story of what might have been going on here, found on the About the Café Metropole Club page, containing its dry and tedious bits of stinky words, broiled commas and steamed low–fat dumplings. And always, more frites.

graphic, club location map

What's This About What?

Honestly spontaneous club meetings, often more than the little they seem, begin at 15:00 on Thursday and continue until 17:00 every Thursday. These true times 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 strongly 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 other ways to remain unfound.

*The above paragraphs are relatively unchanged since last July because of the club's secretary's sticky typo finger sticking to the sticky keys and the other sticky mouse finger sticking to the sticky mouse, making the whole sticky exercise decidedly tending to sticky sticky sticky repeats.

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, 14. September.

A bientôt à Paris
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