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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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