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They told me they went to the Lapin Agile in the rue des Saules up on Montmartre. I must say that it looked pretty on Sunday when I went by it, but I didn't. The Donohues said they had a fine time there. The place hasn't changed much since the 19th century. Small, dim, smokey, a start–off club for unknowns to become big names. The show lasts four hours, each better than the last.

In comparison, Montréal's Mont Royal only takes 15 minutes to climb. It was the first I had ever heard of it. This came up while we were discussing the relative merits of the Swiss Alps and the Rocky Mountains – and wasn't so much about how high you have to climb on Montmartre. Looking at it another way, when you leave the Lapin Agile, the route is downhill.

But time was passing. Just before leaving, we clambered out to the terrace to shoot the Group Photo of the Week. It almost got away from me, and it would have been terrible because there was no City of the Week, no Food of the Week, no particular Drink of the Week and no memorable Quote of the Week.

Then as soon as the Donohues exited and I turned around there was member Josef Schomburg, who the Donohues had seen once during their visit, and who they were half expecting today. "But they were right here only 30 seconds ago!" Joe looked puzzled when I asked if he hadn't seen them leave.

photo, josef schomburg Josef misses connection.

Well, typical Paris café. Three entries and exits, a perfect place to meet two girlfriends who aren't supposed to know about the other. He said they had dined at La Coupole after trying to get into an over–full Procope.

Despite the sunny day Josef was somewhat morose because his cat died. I tried to buck him up even though his cat wasn't a club member. Besides, he still has another cat. We briefly discussed the illegality of dumping the cat's ashes – it was cremated – in famous park or off a Seine bridge.

Then the Waiter of the Week dropped a full tray of empty glasses and ice cream jars. Crash! "Merde, alors!" And then the patron monsieur Naudan came by for a handshake, totally indifferent to the broken glass, representing as it did, so many more litres of ice cream to be sold over the four–day Easter weekend.

Joe threw down his beer and we picked up and moved across the Seine to the Quartier Latin, and went up the alleys to the Boulevard Saint–Germain where we found a sandwich shop with a free table on the sidewalk, to sit down and have a café and exercise our eyes on the kind of cool folks wandering around there. Nothing better than that.

photo, beatles story, wednesday nightWednesday night, Yoko appeared here.

Tomoko Yoko Did Yoko Again

Our very own Yoko appeared in the stage show Beatles Story Wednesday and tonight. This was with some French guys who play Beatles tunes – really well – and sing, and act just like Beatles who happen to be French. With intermission the show runs over two hours, and it is a musical show. This was onstage at the Petit Journal Montparnasse. Like Yoko, Tomoko doesn't sing, but she talks like she does at club meetings. Applause, please.

About the Café Metropole Club

Fingers off the dial and stay tuned to your club via the meeting reports on this station. Simpler than being here but only a sixteenth of the fun. Think of the club secretary's writing finger. Think of his photo–shooting finger. The official version of what we might have been doing here, can be found as usual on the About the Café Metropole Club Webpage. Add some mustard for those more better frites.

graphic, club location map

What? What? What?

As ever spontaneous, unplanned, unrehearsed, out of control, anarchistic, insane and poetic. The club meetings are actually from 15:00 to 17:00 every Thursday. The next meeting will be on Thursday, 12. April. These times are identical to 3 pm to 5 pm around a very few other places, while meetings are mostly held around here. 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 sheer freak dumb luck fluke chance be recorded here.* Your other, totally true, stories are all welcome too. We can use a good laugh.

Caution – should you have a personal desire 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 being a club member gets you found last if ever.

*The above paragraphs are relatively unchanged since last week because of the clatter of drinking and scraping of spoons, the sipping of wines and beers and the languid honking of passing drivers.

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, 12. April.

A bientôt à Paris
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