It's Like Tuesday Already

photo, hip hop at trocadero Part of Sunday's free hiphop show at Trocadéro.

At this Time of Week, It Always Is

by Ric Erickson

Paris:– Monday, 9. April:–  We did it! Paris did it! We have just had an Easter with perfect weather. Not a spot, mar, flea, on it. I never thought I'd live to experience an Easter sans frigidity, I never imagined an Easter without air as cool as stones, I find it nearly impossible to believe that we have just had a freak long Easter weekend worthy of late May. Surely a one–time occurrence, hardly to be repeated, a rare event to be noted by Ripley!. If you missed it... but wait, there's more.

Up the Sleeve, Nothing

After four glorious days there is absolutely nothing in my trove of experience that says that April is a month typical of spring. Green wisps faze the bare branches, flower plots gleam with petals, the deep blue sky sports an occasional hint of white cloud but it's an illusion and the air is as soft as a warm promise. Am I asleep and dreaming of being in green and pleasant France or is it really real?

What is even more unlikely is the fact that these brightly days are better and even warmer than in the southern half of the country. Tonight's TV–weather news just gave us another three days – a prolongation – of sunshine right around here.

photo, quai, seine, peniche Romantic is in the Seine.

Clouds up along the northern border and clouds hanging off the Pyrenées and humbling the Riviera, but around here the forecast calls for another three days of total sunshine. There will be no winds to curse, next–to–no humidity, just a picture postcard of Paris as it's imagined but seldom manages to be.

By now you probably think I have some nasty surprise up my sleeve. Aha, I have news for you. Tomorrow's high was forecast to be 20 degrees. Wednesday is to follow with 20 again and then Thursday will come along and fill the air with 19 degrees. These are temperatures usually not seen until May and they can be rare then too. Fan–tas–tic!

Unusually, what we're doing right seems to have no positive effect for our neighbors to the west. Put out flags, hoist the tankards, because here's Météo Jim with the latest news, sports and hapless weather, without many commercials.

Voice of the Turtle

As forecast in the unforgettable film "Ceux qui m'aime regarderont la météo" the weather on Tuesday reached into the upper 60s, almost 70 all in a–grad. Many nay–sayers were saying, "Nay, lo, forsooth, for the winter is over and the voice of the turtle will be heard in the land, just as soon as they arrive on the next flight from Mi–am–mee." But the bunny's far–ranging ears were hearing sounds, and they were not the voices of the turtles. It was the sound of winter rain in April.

photo, pools trocadero A bit too soon for paddling.

On Wednesday, cold, cold rain began falling in Pommeland. Temperatures were in the upper 30s a–grad and the rain was flirting with metamorphosing into snow. And in northern New England, the metamorphose was complete. As much as 2 feet a–measurement – 60 medium e–metres – swirled down. So, for those in those climes, look for Peter Snowshoe Hare to visit your Easter basket.

Even Pommeland was not immune. Temperatures on Thursday and Friday rose into the upper 30s and low 40s – all a–grad – and snow flurries fell along with the falling temperatures and rising winds.

Easter in Pommeland will see more of the same. For those taking part in the Easter Parade on 5th Avenue, hold onto your chapeaux de paques and dress warmly.

photo, metro overhead, smart, bikes,Easter Saturday in the 15th.

But there was one bit of spring. As discussed in great detail in last week's edition, April comes from a Latin word which means to open. Les fleurs may not have opened, but the crowning rites of spring, baseball, opened on schedule. The boys of summer took to the fields of praise and glory, beginning their long migration to the hallowed halls of October where only one team will be left to sing the praises of their long efforts. Will Ed, Ric, Radio Ric and his cousin Radial Ric who works for Michelin cross The Great Pond this summer and cheer their team in Queens? On verra.

A la prochaine , Météo Jim

Ed's Note:– Why wait for summer? Go Mets!

Café Life

It's Like Tuesday Already

During some weeks nothing much happens and then I end up tapping out about 3000 words here, no doubt annoying many folks who were hoping that I would have something to say and it would be worth reading. That auto–pilot writing helps to push up Metropole's word total, as if I am in some kind of competition to put five million words online.

photo, statue, palais chaillotArt is in the air.

So it can be hardly surprising that there are weeks when I get to the point of writing this and time is passing – like it's Tuesday already – and I don't have really much to say. And this, even in weeks when I do have stories – well, two – but... Let's face it – I don't feel like writing something that would make me out to be an idiot. I am not a blogger after all.

Right now this page had enough words in it, even if they aren't terribly clever or apt. I just don't have enough to do another 500 words here and then put a thousand on the Au Bistro page. Do I have writer's block?

Well, no, and yes, this wek I have. Is it so terrible? There's a cartoon and some posters – this week's lame collection – and a few photos sprinkled around. It's enough. The weather is good. When the sun comes up tomorrow I want to go outside again. You would too.

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