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When I fell back into the conversation Jerry was saying, "All the French millionaires are moving to Switzerland. I guessed he meant Johnny Hallyday, the oldest French rocker known to mankind. But I could have been wrong because I noted Linda saying, "I might get 30 cents a month."

And then we learned why Jerry is in Paris often but seldom on Thursdays. He's some kind of scout for pine trees, because his company – the one he works for – makes turpentine. "You know, turpentine is used for making chewing gum." That, I didn't know.

In the meantime Patrick had delivered some drinks, including last week's incredibly heavy iron teapot. Linda tried lifting it and said, "Holy moly!" Is that a Quote of the Week? Jerry poured some tea for Sue.

Ramona is looking at Starlet's photo on Linda's camera. "Where's the head, where's the face?" After doing the photo I wonder the same thing – but I have seen the cat live, in person.

photo, cats sheba, starlet, two cameras Sheba and Starlet in their cameras.

Another reason that members come to club meeting on Thursdays is so they can object to opinions they read in Metropole. For example, Sue and Jerry chose to get an apartment in the 7th arrondissement despite Ed's disdain for this part of Paris. It's like, deserted, on Sundays, which are like most days of the week.

But members are not dummies. After trying out the Marais any sensible person might want to find a peaceful little corner, where there's only occasional public gatherings of a half–million Parisians. Thusly Jerry explained his Paris–as–a–cheese theory.

That is, until Ramona mentioned the big bear she once saw while leaving town. It was in fact the Denfert Lion. "I saw it from the back end. I thought it was a famous bear!" It's the Quote of the Year, so far, this year.

While I was mulling over the perfectly likely possibility of mistaking the Lion for a bear, the members decided to make a list of all the museums with acceptable restaurants. According to these experts, early visits can beat the crowds, and if you can have breakfast so much the better. But as usual, my notes lagged behind.

photo, empty glass

"We don't know the question," Linda said. Jerry replied – or was it a different subject? – "We don't have time to eat in all those places."

Ramona told us about some shopping she did at BHV but told me not to mention it. It's delicate, so I won't. Nobody needs to know about Paris' dark underside. "Why am I sitting in this cemetery?" was another question Ramona asked, but I have no context for it – so we trooped out to the café's terrace where I shot photos until the members were sick of it and then back in the café we scared up Patrick and loaded him up with silver, or what passes for money in these devalued times.

One last thing. Linda brought the fève that she found in a galette des rois. There was something special about it. If you find one in a galette without breaking a tooth, you become a king for the day. Another fact was that it wasn't made in China. Not everything in France is.

About the Café Metropole Club

Your disbelief is worthless because this is an typical club meeting's ordinary report. Think of it as a stinky piece of cheese of true life. Fasten an eyeball to the extraordinary sketch of what we might have been doing here, to be found as usual on the About the Café Metropole Club Webpage, containing its juicy words, redolent photos and melodious other good stuff reeking of fresh fragrant garlic. And forever, more better frites.

graphic, club location map

What Is This About Stuff?

All spontaneous club meetings, totally unrehearsed, will begin at 15:00 every Thursday and continue until 17:00 no less. The coming meeting will be on Thursday – exactly – 1. February. These times look like 3 pm to 5 pm around other places but these meetings are held here instead. Whatever you say will be truly appreciated by the other members present if they are listening, and sometimes they are, but not always – and if it should by total chance be recorded here.* All your other, basically 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 stay unfound.

*The above paragraphs are relatively unchanged since last week because of the failure of the club's secretary to keep the notes up to speed, resulting in reports like this one that are impressionistic rather than full of true but boring facts.

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, 1. February.

A bientôt à Paris
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