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photo, max pours orangina Max pours.

Read more on the companion Bistro page where I have stuffed some slightly limp resto news. There are a couple of photos more than usual, more sunshine than usual, less rain than usual, and a bunch more disgusting behavior. Next week, of course, there will be much more, weather permitting.

The Café Metropole Club

Only one of the club's absent members showed up at last week's club meeting but you know it was Max from Dublin if you read the report. On next Thursday there will be yet another Café Metropole Club meeting. The secretary is less excited by it being a week after the eve of Bastille eve, but a day before Paris–Plage opens, in bikinis and parasols, as the Parisians say.

The coming meeting of the Café Metropole Club will be on 19. July, one whole day before you–know–what. The Saint of the Day is Saint Arsenius. He is not any more made up than the others. He died in 449 and was an Anchorite in Egypt, a highly regarded Desert Father, and to atone for having been frivolous in court, he apparently never washed and became extremely stenchy, according to Wikipedia, which I trust to have these pesky facts right.

photo, max at mcdonald's Max at McDo's.

This is unrelated to Paris because it happened somewhere else, someplace maybe in Egypt. You can read everything about the club and its pesky facts on a page called the About the Club Webpage. Readers who actually do read some of it, and some of you might, will not fail to grasp the vagueness of it all, and might attempt to download the club's tattered scrap of a free but utterly worthless membership card.

This Was Metropole Ten Years Ago

It is hardly surprising that ten years ago was a long time before today. This Metropole used to have real new stuff in it every week. It still has all of this good stuff but some of it is getting pretty old, somewhat like Ed himself who is pickled in brine.

photo, sign, place emile goudeau

Café Life Légère 91.4

A Hundred Other Eyes

Today's Quote of the Week never has any connection to anything at all, any week. Today I propose a one–for–one quote day, with the first and only consisting of some philosophy by Marcel Proust. He wrote, "The only true voyage of discovery, the only fountain of Eternal Youth, would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes, to behold the universe through the eyes of another, of a hundred others, to behold the hundred universes that each of them beholds, that each of them is." This could have been said by any of us, but wasn't, and I know not why.

photo, sign, rue lalande, halte aux immigrants

Wobble–006.5

There are no less than 168 days left of this year, the same number that 1993 had when Stella Rimington became Britain's top internal spy. She immediately had a brochure published which detailed the spooks' activities, and included her own photo. After she retired three years later she published her memoirs, then she began to write spy novels. All the regular spy novel writers, reeling from the collapse of the Berlin Wall, protested with vigor. Nobody ever liked MI5 anyway. Smiley and Bernie worked for MI6.

Banned In the Patazone

This is totally unconnected to the fact that this year has used up 197 days, the same number that 1967 had when Christopher Rocancourt became born. He moved from France to the United States so he could appear on TV talk shows blabbing about his exploits as a thief, expert in grand larceny, dabbler in smuggling, bribery, fraud and some perjury when the occasion demanded it. It was probably a fib when he admitted to three counts of simple fraud, to avoid a 20 year sentence. He was fined $9 million, and ordered to pay somebody another $1.5 million. Suspected of a jewel heist in Switzerland, he was banned from there until 2016.

photo, sign, les simpson, le film

The Ex–Question of Schleswig–Holstein

Many folks have probably been reminded that today is the anniversary of the death in 1691 of François–Michel le Tellier, Marquis de Louvois, the French minister of war who was able but unscrupulous and shameless. He died suddenly of apoplexy. On this day in 1862 we are also reminded the discovery of the Swift–Tuttle comet and 1994 when Jupiter was hit by some of the Shoemaker–Levy 9 comet, but these incidents were hardly anything major compared to the 49.02 percent of the Corsican voters who voted against ties to France in 2003.

A bientôt à Paris
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