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In the meantime the window diagrams had been pushed aside – signed by Mark and scooped up by Michael – "Original Paris art, done in a café!" The waiter of the week brought a huge plate of salad for Mark who said he was going to a play – it sounded so good that Cherie and Michael decided to go too – without having a monster salad. They had monster soup bowls of café instead.

Where was I? Oh yeah, I suggested that we quit the meeting and go outside where it was so sunny. Michael countered, pointing out all the sunlight pouring in, blinding me. Jeez, six years on this gig and every winter the sunlight is blinding me.

photo, salad of the weekSalade of the week.

Stephan chose this particular moment to show us his Navigo card. This is a magic card that you can buy from the métro if you live here and it it like an Orange Card. But the new card is smart and it remembers how much you've paid – for the week or month – and you just flash it at the ticket turnstiles and they read it on the fly. You can even leave it in your handbag and thrust that at it. It must be WiFi or something.

But they don't hand them out so easily as a weekly or monthly Orange Card. Plus, being electronic, they leave a trail of your trips. Undercover spies wouldn't want to use them. Stephan told us all the details, but I was listening to Cherie's account about the Edith Piaf show, called La Vie in Rose et Noir. They thought it was really good and so did everybody else who wasn't fascinated by the Navigo card. "Edith is a blond," Cherie said.

Tonia thought it was lovely and Marion said, "Yes!" Then we went out to the café's terrace for the Group Photo of the Week and found Monsieur Ferrat there and hooked him in. But just before Mark went off to look for a sink, and Yoko arrived, so the score stayed the same.

Philosophy became a brief subject when somebody wanted to know how to pronounce Quincampoix. The next was the relative position of the Place de la République in relation to here and there. As in, "It's between..." someone said. Yoko said, "It's not easy."

photo, missed group,  motorcyclist The missed group photo of the week.

You might think this went on for ever, but we only added 20 minutes of overtime. Marion and Stephan were determined to find a table at Conforama over by my bridge. It is where you go when you are too lazy to drive out of town to Ikea. I mean, if you have a parking place here, you don't give it up lightly.

The Group Photo of the Week

It might be a long while before I get the white–balance right and 9 folks to all look at the camera at the same time, including the Corona's Monsieur Ferrat. Let's note that they were, from left to right, Yoko, Cherie Licemele, Joe Donohue, Susan Donohue, Michael Licamele, Tonia, Stephan Nowak, Marion Nowak and Monsieur Ferrat. Tiny bonus is the smaller, blotched photo, just to prove that nothing stops the secretary.

Yoko Does Yoko Again

Our very own Yoko appears in the stage show Beatles Story soon. This involves some French guys who play Beatles tunes – really well – and sing, and act like Beatles. With intermission the show lasts over two hours, and it is a show. This will be on stage at the Petit Journal Montparnasse on Thursday, 23. November at 21:30. Like Yoko, Tomoko doesn't sing, but club member Renaud does, as do the other Beatles look–alikes. At 13. Rue du Commandant René Mouchotte, Paris 14. Métro: Gaîté. InfoTel.: 01 43 21 56 70. Entry of 55€ includes dinner.

About the Café Metropole Club

Difficult to believe that this is an ordinary club meeting report because, unless it was unordinary, it contains only a fraction of today's content. Cast an eyeball at the absolutely realistic story of what probably was been going on here, to be found as usual on the About the Café Metropole Club Webpage, containing its wispy words, photos and splendid graphics of day–old garlic. And forever and ever, more better frites.

graphic, club location map

This Stuff Is This It?

These spontaneous club meetings, totally unrehearsed, begin at 15:00 on Thursday and continue until 17:00 every Thursday. These times are similar to 3 pm to 5 pm around other places but these meetings are held around here. Whatever you say might be truly appreciated by the other members present if they are listening, and sometimes they are, but not always – and if it should by fluke chance be recorded here.* Your other, mainly true, stories are welcome too.

Caution – if you have a personal need to remain 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 sure way to become unfound.

*The above paragraphs are relatively unchanged since last week because Paris continues to be the café Metropole club capital of the world for another week. Oh, life as it is, is just one long frolic!

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, 16. November.

The café's location is:

A bientôt à Paris
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