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photo, bercy sports palace Right in Paris, a UFO at Bercy.

I will say this – once I had the drawing cabinet moved he graciously helped me put the ten drawers back in it. He only stopped once when we were doing drawer two with the cartoons in it. A week later we got it in, and the first drawer as well. Then, because he seemed faintly interested, I explained how one goes about getting a bigscreen TV and the nifty Oppo DVD player from Sweden, and the cable business that goes with the TNT decoder that hooks up to the DSL modem, the same one that delivers the telephone that I haven't quite hooked up yet. When I said we should go to the Monoprix Dimitri did not hesitate, and we went.

I don't know how your week was, but when I was dithering last Wednesday and the weather was so fine I went over to Bercy to see this three–masted ship moored there. There was a big story about it in Le Parisien that I didn't bother to read. Other items I didn't read included anything about the Techno Parade on Saturday and the Jours de Patrimonie over the weekend. So I missed all that deafening noise and a half million frenzied youth, and I missed being with 13 million folks out standing in lines to see Nicolas Sarkozy's new residence, the Elysée palace.

photo, pont simone de beauvoir The Simone de Beauvoir

About the fabulous rugby I know next to nothing. France is not leading its poule whatever that is. On top of everything else I have to get up at 8 tomorrow in case the Joes come with the TV before noon. Then, of course, I have to tune it. I mean just turn it on. I don't expect to to take more than two weeks. By then it should have it burned in and I can turn to taking care of this unholy mess around here. Maybe I'll even have time to do some more Metropole.

Next year, not next month of course, there will be much more of everything. There always is, more bigger, wider, HD LCDs, more uTubes, more touchy uPods, more cheapo DVDs, more high–grade antique movies, more something next year.

The Café Metropole Club

Some of the club's totally new members showed up at last week's club meeting and Yoko was there too. The club's secretary took two beautiful photos, one of the café. Next Thursday there will be more wonderful photos snapped at the Café Metropole Club meeting. Any sort of members regardless of your standing are welcome, as well as are all future members. You should know who you are I think.

photo, good ship boudeuseA reminder of the old days, before bridges.

The next meeting of the Café Metropole Club will be on 20. September, a sort of day in a week. The Saint of the Day will be Saint–Davy. This one was martyred in London in 1537 with eight cohorts, on account of refusing to understand that Henri VIII was the boss of the church in England.

Yet again, déjà, this is completely unrelated to Paris because it happened on the other side of the Channel. Some compelling stuff about the club and its lone factoid are on a page mis–placed as the About the Club Webpage. Readers who actually have read some of it, and most of you have, will hardly fail to be curious about the unwritten rest of it. Should queries arise, check out the club's dismal but free membership card for clues, secret ink or odors.

photo, sign, allee arthur rimbaud

This Was Metropole Ten Years Ago

No one should be surprised that last week ten years ago was weeks ago. Metropole used to have lots of real new stuff in it, such as last week's Brit Tabs Savage French Flics, possibly in the Café column, A Little Stroll on the Boulevard Saint–Michel, possibly was the week's feature, along with some posters and a cartoon entitled Back in School Again. Yes!. That was more than enough in Issue 2.37 – 15. September 1997 because it was still the rentrée.

photo, sign, stationnement tolere

Café Life Légère 90.1

Smile When You Say That

Today's Quote of the Week has a connection to today's date, but what does anyone know? For today's tidbit of philosophy I offer a quote by Joshua A. Norton, who declared himself Emperor of the United States today in 1859 in San Francisco. He once decreed, "Whoever after due and proper warning shall be heard to utter the abominable word "Frisco," which has no linguistic or other warrant, shall be deemed guilty of a High Misdemeanor, and shall pay into the Imperial Treasury as penalty the sum of twenty–five dollars." This wasn't at the same time he said he was going to marry Queen Victoria but it was in the same town.

Patazone Wobblies

There are no more than 105 days left of this year, the same number that 1176 had when there was a battle between the Byzantines and the Seljuk Turks at Phrygia. Manuel I Comnenus, the Byzantine Emperor, was having a fragile peace with Kilij Arslan II, the Sultan of Rüm. The Seljuks wanted to push westwards into Asia Minor, while the Byzantines wanted to push eastwards, to get back lands they lost during the Battle of Manzikert a hundred years earlier. Manuel recovered Cilicia and widened his authority over the Crusader holding at Antioch. The fact that Nur ad–Din, the Emir of Aleppo, was dead, helped. His successor Saladin liked Egypt better than the territory bordering the Empire, so the Seljuks were left without a strong ally. In 1175 the peace became war when Kilij Arslan refused to give back land he had grabbed from the Danishmends. Got all that?

photo, sign, le favori couscous

The Ex–Question of Schleswig–Holstein

A few folks have might have been thinking that it is fair to remember that it was in 1630 on this date that Pilgrims founded Boston, Massachusetts, because it was there. That reminds me that today is also the birthday, in 1776 of the founding of the Presidio of San Francisco. It was built by José Joaquín Moraga, but Mexico lost interest. Oh well, it's also fair to recall that today is the birthday of David Dunbar Buick, a Scottish immigrant who struck it rich in America by inventing the overhead valve engine in 1902. If Julia Flavia were alive it would be her 1943rd birthday today. Her dad was Titus who offered Julia to his brother Domitian to be his wife, but he had eyes only for Domitia Longina. She married Titus Flavius Sabinus instead. Julia had a big, Roman nose. It probably ran in the family.

A bientôt à Paris
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