In With August

photo, cinema miramar, netro montparnasse Summertime in Paris.

Out With July, Begone!

by Ric Erickson

Paris:– Monday, 30. July:–  Now that truly everyone who can has left town, hardly augmented by those poor suffering Julyistas who had the misfortune to pick a part of France that is having its rainy April in July, returning, we can get down to enjoying the near–empty city. Excepting, of course, for laggards who will not quit us until next weekend. All is not lost.

July's Last Smile

It just goes to show that the weather can play crummy when it feels like it. Which is what it did all week after letting Parisians taste the beach a week ago. Clouds settled in over our heads and although they were hustled along briskly, more of the same took their place. The temperature was in the celler but rain did no more than cause the wary to carry umbrellas, mostly for nought.

Last night's preview for the week suggested that the best days will be tomorrow and Wednesday, with the long–range of next weekend being given only feeble chances. As in, only 3 out of 5 that the weather will be so–so. I said to myself, "That is not nearly good enough. Better we are owed. The finest!"

photo, cafe odessa, edgar quinetThe Odessa at Edgar Q.

On tonight's TV–weather news the first thing the Joe said was that the westerly breeze would finally push all the clouds to the east. Good riddance! For Tuesday, therefore, bright sun all day, all over France except for some remote extremities – far, far from here. Fantastic. And with it an almost decent temperature of 23 degrees.

I was so pleased that I forgot to pay close attention to what he said about Wednesday. It looked, looking over his shoulder, as if midweek will also be all sunny, mostly sunny, right around here. Thunderstorms around the western Pyrenees are of no concern to us. Better yet, the temperature is supposed to climb up to to 26 degrees, just about right for 1. August.

In the night of Wednesday into Thursday a wave of clouds may pass over us towards the east, but during the day on Thursday the sky might be mostly clear around here. The high is forecast to dip to 24 degrees, but I say it should try to hold on to 26, and Wednesday should go for 28. After all, we deserve it.

Tasty weather fans can sip the following weather cocktail from beyond the Atlantic, from the inkwell of that amateur of exotic pig skins, Météo Jim, with yet another philosophic forecast, like the ones we used to pray would happen to the orange groves of Florida.

iWeather Prime Time

There will be no repeats or second acts for this July. The august month of August is waiting in the wings and already the dogdays of August are barking, eager for their debut. At least that's what the iWeather said yesterday. "Woofies are woofing," said the forecaster. But today, different forecaster, different woofing. Sunday through Wednesday will see humidity along with warmer temperatures and a 30% –50% chance of rain and thunderboomerseargesplittendonnerblitzens. A cooler and drier front will parade through Pommeland and stay into the weekend along with more pleasant weather.

So, the feared furnace of July did not materialize. Yes, there were several days of the 3 H's – hazy, hot & humid – but they were replaced by June–like days of low humidity and wafting, cooling breezes. In fact, one cold front made history by reaching Florida, something altogether quaint at this time of year.

photo, sign, orange de pago

The august days of August will start with mornings starting 25 minutes later and ending 15 minutes earlier. They will also see the preliminary outings of American football, known in le pays de Paris–Plage as Les Chevaliers de la balle qui est faite du peau de cochon. When they are ready for prime time, the dream of summer along with the Boys of Summer will fall as the leaves of summer fall.

A la prochaine , Météo Jim

Café Life

The Secrets of Others

I was counting on a week of summer like the ones we used to have back in April but it didn't happen, so I did a few chores, walked around a bit and even laid down one afternoon under an open window and read a book for about 20 minutes until I fell asleep because it was so peaceful.

photo, a table, rue de la gaite Al fresco in the rue Gaîté.

It is really a long time since I've done that. This life is all hurry up and rush from place to place. It is true that I live in Paris and if I want to feel like a visitor all I have to do is walk 10 minutes or less and jump on a métro and ride a bit and get out in front of some museum or monument and join the other eight million folks who have come from across the oceans rather than from Montparnasse.

We have just had the first of two weekends when the Julyistas cross the Augustans. The autoroutes are full, the train stations are jammed to the rafters and the airport terminals are bulging. Meanwhile here on the street we are anxiously watching bakeries, waiting for our favorites to reopen. Allright, I confess that doing this all week can cause drowsiness. Yawn.

If you've read this far you might have guessed I am only writing this at all, to hold the photos in place. I don't have anything else to tell you. I went to the public library and borrowed two good books and I want to get back to them. The photos don't mean anything either.

photo, parc montsouris, sunday Overtired at Montsouris.

I verified that there is WiFi in the Parc Montsouris. To be exact, I verified that there is a sign there saying there is WiFi there. Nobody on Sunday seemed to have a laptop. I met a guy named Nicolas who asked me if I thought it was right that he be thrown in the Saint–Anne hospital for the weekend because he misplaced something or other. The doctors looked at him and said he wasn't crazy, what was he doing there? That's what he wanted to know – what was he doing there?

What am I doing here? What are you doing, reading this? Does anybody know? Next week I am going to meet a handful of artists who should be famous. These are people who moved here to work as artists, and they live here and do it. I am going to ask them for their secret.


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