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photo, tuesday evening, ile saint louis, seine Fêtards on the Ile Saint–Louis last Tuesday.

Through the Night

by Ric Erickson

Paris:– Monday, 6. August:–  Just passed, another big weekend of folks leaving town, and some pretty brown mournful–looking folks returning. The good news is that my bakery has returned to turning out bread I like. All those people baking in their cars, being hounded by the speed flics, getting ripped off for tolls and high gas prices – none of that has anything to do with the sweet summer life in Montparnasse.

Nights Like Green Ooze

It just goes to show that praying can pay off when it feels like it. Which is what it did for an entire weekend after letting Parisians taste cool and rain and gloom the previous week. On Saturday the sky went blue and the temperature bounded up to 29 and on Sunday it was 33 degrees.

So I was out there. Actually it was only mean on Thursday – last Monday I don't recall – and Tuesday had a sunset normally reserved for time–share brochures, and I saw Wednesday night float down on the rue des Abbesses, and Saturday night too and the afternoon on Sunday I was out at La Villette looking for the free summer music.

photo, petite carousel, from scooter Seen from Matt's scooter.

But that might have been it – all we're going to get. Today the temperature dumped to great–for–April and all the clouds overhead were glued together. Tomorrow, Tuesday, may start off with some feeble sunshine but you can expect the afternoon to be cloudy, and you might want to wear a sweater because the temperature is not expected to top 23 degrees.

Wednesday follows, as usual, with more chaotic skies. Well, probably only semi–chaotic, but that will be dubious enough with a high predicted of only 19 degrees. In contrast Thursday, also with those chaotic skies, will be right up there with a whole 20 degrees. The weekend outlook had a very low score for probability, while I give midweek a low score for reality, before it happens.

Presidents and weather fans can gargle the following weather soup from across the Atlantic, from the tincan kitchen of our all–seeing forecaster, Météo Jim. Like the ones we used to taste when we Dead End Kids jumping in the bay off Red Hook.

Jelly Woofers

The august month of August has started its stroll through the calendar by having temperatures hotter than the jolly month of July, which usually turns most people to runny jelly. Antares, the Dog Star, is woofing louder than usual. A bit of history, which connects Paris to Lutetia of 2000 years ago, is that when the Romans saw the rising of the star Antares on summer mornings also corresponded to the hottest days of the year. In Roman times, this meant that dogs were affected – hence the name Dog Days.

photo, grace and guest, paintings Grace and guest, Wednesday and Saturday.

Also affected, but not by the heat, on the fields of summer, was the NY Yankees Alex Rodriguez' 500th home run, which makes him the youngest player in baseball history to reach this kilometre stone. Baseball is a game of statistics. Otherwise rabid, macho fans turn into statisticians and accountants rattling off vast realms of numbers and statistics as to why this player is better or that team is worse, a situation that would instantly bore any casual devotee of The Beautiful Game.

As for the A–Weather, the Dawg Daze continued in Pommeland much longer than expected. Temperatures remained in the low 90s a–grad along with high humidity into Saturday when a cool front arrived along with lower humidity and highs in the 80s a–grad.

This pattern is predicted and forecast for the coming week. Cooler temperatures will give way to the 3Hs by the end of the week but the weekend will see cooler and drier conditions. At any rate, them woofies are gonna woof.

A la prochaine , Météo Jim

Café Life

Do Not Adjust Your Set

I have a sunset tour , two painting parties with artists and wine, a ride through nighttime Paris on a scooter and a cruise out to La Villette to write about and a pile of photos to put up, but I also have a semi–wireless keyboard and mouse with fresh batteries and it keeps dropping the 10 cm of wireless transmission through the air, and it's driving me crazy. I type along and then I notice that I don't see the mouse pointer and hitting the keys is producing nothing. It seems to be doing this every 20 minutes or so. The next thing that doesn't happen is paste after a copy. What I'm writing is disappearing.

It is discouraging. If I keep on I'll probably finish by noon tomorrow. No, even if I have other things to do tomorrow – because I do have other things to do – I'm shoving this over to tomorrow. If I don't my hair is going to end up a lot whiter than it is. Try again tomorrow.

Update – tomorrow is here and so is the promised report. Turn to Au Bistro and Ballad of Rico in this issue.

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photo, cruise boat, pont, sunset Tuesday's best sunset of the week.

Free Photos of Paris

A lucky chance took me to a Website that is apparently not new, but is most worthwhile. Photo archives tend to be paranoid these days so it is refreshing to find Paris en Images online and accessible to all. These are Paris photos, oldies and goodies, and the site itself is clean and neat.

More So–So Summertime

Paris–Plage opened for the summer season this year on Friday. Read all about it on a Paris–Plage–bis page where I placed some bonus photos. Next week, not this week of course, there will be much more everything – see above weather – if you must.

The Café Metropole Club

One of the club's absent members showed up at last week's club meeting, but it was Lucky Checkley from New York, so we had a wonderful world tour. On Thursday there will be another never–before Café Metropole Club meeting. The secretary doesn't know why but is excited or even awake. Maybe, deep down, the club is as exciting as August.

photo, elena's toesVideo girl, Elena's toes.

The next meeting of the Café Metropole Club will be on 9. August, exactly six whole days before you–know–what. The Saint of the Day will be Saint–Amour. This one is honored in Franche–Comté, in the village of Saint–Amour, and in Beaujolais. They forgot to mention honored on the calendar. Otherwise, who was he?

Like every week, this is partially unrelated to Paris because it happened in some other places near wine drinking country. You can read some stuff about the club and its two facts on a page called the About the Club Webpage. Readers who actually have read a third of it, and some of you might have, will hardly fail to comprehend the two–thirds of it all, and should therefore attempt to download the club's scrap of a free but worthless membership card. A third is better than half, sometimes.

This Was Metropole Ten Years Ago

It is hardly surprising that last week ten years ago was a long time before today. This Metropole used to just have real new stuff in it every week ten years ago, and even five years ago. All of the good feeling is still here somewhere as strong as ever, somewhat like this August, which should be oozing sticky ooze.

photo, bottles, glasses, ice, peanuts, kitchen mess Kitchen wreckage, Wednesday and Saturday.

Café Life Légère 91.9

Time Concept Travels

Today's Quote of the Week will never have any connection to anything serious, but what do we care? For today's gem I propose a quote consisting of some timely philosophy by Clifford Donald Simak. He wrote, "Time is still the great mystery to us. It is no more than a concept – we don't know if it even exists..." This observation could easily have been made by any of us, but ordinary folks like us and Mr. Simak do not invent religions like some other bored science fiction writers.

photo, sign, rue tholoze

Double Wobble–Kaiser

There are no more than 147 days left of this year, the same number that 1806 had when the Holy Roman Empire ended on account of Franz II's abdication. He did this after Napoleon won the battle of Austerlitz. Two years earlier old Franz founded the Austrian Empire so he still had that. In fact he was the only Dopplekaiser in history, which is an important fact most folks have difficulty remembering. His other official title wasHeiliger Römischer Kaiser.

Driving Across the Patazone

This is totally unconnected to the fact that this year has used up 218 days, the same number that 1909 had when Alice Ramsey and two sisters–in–law, and another friend, arrived in San Francisco after a 59–day drive from Hell's Kitchen in New York. Of the ladies, only Alice could drive, but that was okay because the car was a green Maxwell 30. For some reason the great fanfare for their arrival happened on 10. August. In all, Alice drove across America more than 30 times. Instead of calling her book On the Road, it was titled Veil, Duster, and Tire Iron.

photo, sign, quai malaquais

The Ex–Question of Schleswig–Holstein

Many folks have probably been thinking that there should be an anniversary of the conviction for life of the future Napoléon III, for causing an attempted uprising in 1840. He served six years before escaping, dressed as painter possibly named Badinguet. He went to London and plotted his return which he carried out during the revolution of 1848. Another birthday to remember was that of Dutch Schultz who was born as Arthur Flegenheimer in the Bronx in 1902. Dutch was a dude prone to violence, bumping off an average of two per month, and is also credited with inventing cement shoes, after studying the corpse removal situation. Dutch was ambushed in the Palace Chophouse in Newark and shot full of holes. While waiting to die he made a famous speech, which made him more famous but didn't change anything about him being dead in the end.

A bientôt à Paris
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