Weather Reforms

photo, tank, gendarmerie, luxembourg garden Gendarmes recruit in the Luxembourg on Sunday.

For the Worse

by Ric Erickson

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!

photo, palm, clouds, luxembourg 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.

photo, sign, capitale du libre, linux,

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

photo, nuit du fete de la musique 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.

photo, dancing, fete de la musique 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 hot grill outside a window, and a crowd of folks were waiting for their sausages, well–smoked. Did I say it wasn't raining?

The café Naguère was open to the passing air, with everybody on the terrace listening to the band at the Quinze across the street. The whole quartier was listening – or hearing – that band. And there was another quartier within a block.

Friday's Le Parisien said we had a good time. They mentioned the scene at Denfert, estimating that there were 10,000 there. It's a big place. There were probably that many at any one time. That's a hard rock scene. All the kids go pogo and the families with baby buggies have to watch out. That's why they were probably in Daguerre – with only a few cars to dodge.

This story is quite likely to be continued next 21. June.

The Café Metropole Club

Some of the club's long absent members showed up at last week's club meeting but you know about all this good stuff especially if you read the report. Next Thursday there will be another Café Metropole Club meeting, and the secretary promises to be there again in person, actually breathing and drinking.

photo, linda thalman, server lady Linda the Server–Lady in the métro.

The coming meeting of the Café Metropole Club will be on 28. June, three whole days before July. The Saint of the Day is a Monsieur. Please greet Saint Irenaeus from the 2nd century. He was bishop of Lugdunum and was buried under the church of Saint John's in Lyon. However some Huguenots dug him up in 1562 and the Lyonnais have never forgotten it.

This is unrelated to Paris because it happened somewhere in what was Lugdunum. You can read all about the club and its few unlatin facts on a page called the About the Club Webpage. Readers who actually understand, and all of you surely will, will not fail to grasp the thrust of it, and should endeavor to download the club's official chit of a free membership card. You are more than welcome.

This Was Metropole Ten Years Ago

I should be tired of writing here that ten years ago was still 1997. Everybody probably knows this by now. After doing it for nine or ten years I got tired of doing it and I admit that I quit but so I dangle this tease every week, hoping I will feel like doing it again, but realizing that it is a lost cause like looking for the Holy Grail or the Seven Messages of Sin.

photo, sign, quai branly

Café Life Légère 91.7

Not A Bit Funny

Today's Quote of the Week has no connection to Ed this week. Today's shorter quote is from the Devil's Dictionary, which was created by Ambrose Bierce. For example, take an "Abstainer, n. A weak person who yields to the temptation of denying himself a pleasure. A total abstainer is one who abstains from everything but abstention, and especially from inactivity in the affairs of others."

Wobble–Tour of Vélos

There are no less than 189 days left of this year, the same number that 1947 had when the Tour de France, after a 8 year pause for World War II, was relaunched. The roads were in such terrible shape that the paper L'Auto became L'Equipe just like it is today and Jean Robic won the pot.

photo, sign, jumbo, air show, le bourget

Raisin Bombers

This is totally unconnected to the fact that this year has used up 176 days, the same number that 1948 had when the Allies decided to fly in all the food and fuel necessary for Berlin's survival. The Rosinenbomber were only expected to be necessary for two weeks. Instead they flew 278,000 sorties and hauled 2.3 million tons of supplies, more than half of it coal for heating and power generation. The airlift continued until 30. September 1949.

From the Patazone to Greasy Grass

It's unnecessary to thank Metropole for reminding you that today marks the anniversary in 1876 the Battle of the Little Bighorn. Often remembered were the deaths of the gallant 7th Cavalry and its leader, Major General George Armstrong Custer. Not remembered so well were the loses of the winners, a combined force of the Lakota–Northern Cheyenne, but then they didn't have modern stuff like cannons and machine guns. For this reason, after winning, many of the braves retreated to sanctuary in Canada where they were arrested by a Mountie.

photo, sign, 
rue vavin

The Ex–Question of Schleswig–Holstein

Many folks have probably been reminded that today is the anniversary of the 1982 decision by the Greek army to quit scalping new recruits. Big Brother fans will be glad to hear that it is George Orwell's birthday today, but probably less exited than Mets fans about Carlos Delgado's birthday. Unless tonight's game was rained out like it would have been if it were played in Paris. Finally, we have missed Charles de Batz–Castelmore since 1673. Otherwise known as the Comte d'Artagnan, brave captain of the Musketeers.

A bientôt à Paris
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