Weather Reforms

Gendarmes recruit in the Luxembourg on Sunday.

For the Worse

Paris:– Monday, 25. June:–  Without this weather, sustaining an honest rant and rave every week in this spot, was getting difficult. All that nice weather at the wrong time of year was getting on my sorry nerves. No doubt many went out to vote for reform. Now we will have Sarkozy for five years. I didn't vote and I still doubt that he'll reform the weather, but he's responsible.

Itsy Bitsy, Teensy Weensy

It just goes to show that nobody is going to thank him for being president. If the chickens don't lay, it's his fault! If the cows don't come home, it's his fault! If the junkyard dogs howl at night, it's his fault. And if there's a rotten low hovering over the British Isles, it's his fault as well as Tony Blair's.

You see, I used to blame the TV–news weather–folks for the state of the himmel but I have given up on that. Obviously it's political. Before I went to New York the weather was perfect for July but while I was there Sarkozy got elected and now the weather is in the pits. Tell me it's not political!

Palm under a northern sky.

For the coming days I have a few general observations. It will be cool and below normal by about four degrees, and cooler by about 10 degrees than it was in April. The culprit low is offshore and spinning its counter–clockwise muck around, aiming it at France's west coast in a southwesterly fashion. Puff, puff, puff. On Tuesday it will be mostly cloudy with tiny teensy weensy little bits of sunshine, and the high is forecast as being 19 degrees.

On Wednesday it will be mostly cloudy with tiny teensy weensy little bits of sunshine, and the high is forecast as being 18 degrees. On Thursday there will be a vast improvement when it was predicted that it will be mostly cloudy with teensy weensy bits of itsy bitsy sunshine, and the high is forecast as being 18 degrees again. Lousy weather – I'm watching you!

Readers, transatlantic or not, should welcome a factual weather update from the east of New Jersey, proving that Metropole's reach is wider than merely Montparnasse by night. Here's our intrepid reporter Météo Jim with another professional forecast, like the ones we used to have when winters were in winter.

Late Spring Better Than Never

The summer solstice arrived in Pommeland at 2:06 pm on June 21, bringing with it a sunrise at 5:25 am and a sunset at 8:32 pm. But it also brought temperatures in the lower 70s a–grad – 22 e–grad – and winds that were more than breezes. They gusted from 20 – 30 mph – 50 extra–kilo–gross.

Not only that, but two bands of thunder donnergeboomersgebangings passed through in the evening, drowning the land in heavy squalls and washing away the late evening sun. Friday was more autumnal than summery, but for some, it was summer in the land of the tall, pointed firs.

The weekend is slowly warming up with temperatures in the upper 70s – 80 a–grad mark. Summer is threatening to make a return on Tuesday and Wednesday with the first appearance of the group The 3–Hs – hazy, hot and humid. They will play until swept off the stage on Thursday by another cool wave accompanied by the thunder donnergeboomersgebangings once again and thermometer readings in the 70s.

A la prochaine , Météo Jim

Ed's Note:– The Server Lady was not a bit upset about last week's repeat invitation to spend a night in her garden. Said she her guardian cats could handle all intruders.

Café Life

Fête de la Musique in the quartier.

Fête de la Musique

It wasn't much of a cruise to the rue Daguerre because it is only a block away, but music was already in the street, coming either from the Bistro 48 or one of the sad hotels. More music was in Daguerre on account of Paris Accordéon and I saw Dimitri there on the sidewalk with a table, some drinks, and a quarter–dozen girlfriends. Folks were dancing inside, just like they should.

The streets all around here are closed on Sundays and holidays. For some reason many hundreds of folks were walking in Daguerre and letting cars use it like a road seemed odd. Well, they were slow, and patient. But still, where were all those people going?

Nearly every place on Daguerre had some sort of music, only a minority of it recorded. It seemed like it it was coming out of every doorway. It took me about 30 minutes to plow down to Leclerc – more crowded than 34th Street at 6th Avenue. I gave up on taking in the big scene at Denfert–Rochereau and went back. There were about five street bands between the avenue and the Rue Roger.

More dancing chez Paris Accordéon.

It was hard to tell where inside the Zango ended and the outside began. They had a bar on the street – a sort of Tiki Bar, and right at the corner there was a hotgrill outside a window, and a crowd of folks were waiting for their sausages, well–smoked. Did I say it wasn't raining?