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photo, bar of le select, uncle den den Uncle Den–Den acts a guide to Le Select.

Mainly On Page 49

by Ric Erickson

Paris:– Monday, 1. October:–  It started to dry out on Saturday but Sunday was sort of a somber flop as the bright, sunny day it was advertised to be. The good news is that it started to get warmer when the prevailing wind switched from northwest to southwest, working up to 22 this afternoon. It felt balmy outside, as if we are getting closer to the Equator instead of further away.

Worse Forecast Before Teatime

It just goes to show that it does not matter how much the temperature goes up after the 15th of August, it is still going to be more outside than it is inside when the heating has yet to be cranked on for this season – which quit being summer in the fourth week of July. What should be call this six–week period? We, feeble and weak–blooded eaters of snails drowned in garlic.

This week, thanks to the wonders of a huge, HD TV, finally hooked up and performing brilliantly if not in HD – at least Arte has the decency to broadcast in widescreen – Metropole Paris brings you an exclusive France–2 TV weather prediction of the overall weather pattern over this part of the world. Notice the big whorl offshore – what it's actually doing is sucking warm air up from Africa and Spain. Spain uses it first and we get lukewarm leftovers.

photo, weather forecast for tuesday, france 2 tv What the weather really looks like.

With all the excitement I forgot to actually watch the forecast. So I have had to do the research again. This is what I learned:– Le Parisien says, the storms are here. My hunch was crummy. Météo France guesses that Tuesday will be cloudy and rainy, morning and afternoon, and the high will be 19 degrees, which they said was warm.

According to their tiny little pictograms it will be cloudy, rainy and sunny on Wednesday, with no emphasis on the latter. But get this – they claim that a high of 21 will be chaud. Then just to teach us a lesson they predict the same for Thursday, lower the temperature to 20 degrees and call it chaud again.

This is pretty bad so I'll add their take for Friday too. More sunny than cloudy they claim, and sunny for Saturday. I remember now – last night's whole–week forecast put the likelihood as only 2 out of 5. That's like saying whatever they showed was pure fantasy. The other day they were saying first snowfall too. Turn on the heat, please!

photo, umbrellas in our indian summer Locals enjoying Indian Summer.

Météo from New York across the Atlantic will be more good than here, according to our expert, semi–wise forecaster, Météo Jim. Take it away Jim:–

Pommeland has Bonus Summer

The summer of 2007 that never was in le pays de Paris Plage took its summer vacation in Pommeland this past week. Temperatures reached 90 a–grad – 32+ e–grad – in many parts of the eastern seaboard, setting new records.

Even though there has been record heat, the trees are changing into their autumn dress, but it seems a bit strange to see autumnal hues through summer haze.

photo, sign, avis risque de vent violent

A cool front has arrived with a few drops of rain, bringing the temperatures to the low 70s a–grad. Temperatures will stay at this level until the middle of next week when Paris Plage tries to return to Pommeland.

Amazing Mets Never Cease To Amaze

Two weeks ago they were leading the eastern baseball league by 7 games, confidently headed for the playoffs. They then lost almost every consecutive game thereafter. Yesterday was their final chance and they were completely eliminated from any playoff hopes when they lost by 8 – 1. It was the worst slide of any team in baseball history. There is zero joy in Metsland today.

A la prochaine, Météo Jim

Café Life

How Metropole Gets Done

One day last week I was minding my own business trying to read three high–tech user manuals when the server–lady Linda Thalman phoned and proceeded to talk me into doing a tiny report for her because her painting class happens at the same time as the traffic jam between the Cadillac Ranch and downtown Paris , which is all day, and Sundays too.

photo, mickey, le select's cat Mickey declines drink offer.

How could I refuse a plea like that? And besides, just how long is this technical pause of mine going to last? I should remember that this is the rentrée and make sure my pencils are sharpened, for it only happens once a year, and these aren't unlimited.

Since she asked I thought that maybe a visit to the brand–new national museum of architecture in the Palais Chaillot might be a lightbulb of an idea. Just think – they have all these plans and models of famous monuments and châteaux from all over France, and for the price of a single ticket you can tour the whole works in one set of shoes without even carrying a water bottle. If thirst should strike, there's almost certainly a cantine there.

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photo, bright leaves in the luxembourg on sunday Leaves about to do something in the Luxembourg.

Linda said, "Oh yes! It sounds great but I must go dancing. Don't go there until we can go together!" Sure, sure, I know. One of these days we'll go together and blitz the place, giving it the old skim. On some foggy Friday maybe.

Then by freak chance Uncle Den–Den called to spread the latest gossip and I remembered his theory about the immense social value of Le Select café in Montparnasse, so we agreed to meet there and he promised to let me hide behind him while shooting illegal photos. Read all about it on this issue's Au Bistro page, if you please.

The Café Metropole Club

None of the club's totally new members showed up at the last club meeting. The club's secretary, unstressed, took one so–so photo, one of the café, and basta again! Next Thursday everything at the Café Metropole Club meeting will be real new. Any sort of members regardless of any standing will be welcome, as well as are all future members regardless of the year. Just ask yourself who you are.

photo, who is authorized on the pelouseThe grass, before its winter drowse.

The next meeting of the Café Metropole Club will be on 4. October, merely three days from now. The Saint of the Day will be Saint–François de Assise. Born as Giovanni di Bernardone, his dad wanted him to go into the wood business, so he changed his name to Francesco. The name stuck but the kid was stubborn and he became the patron saint of animals, birds, and the environment, but not of woodcutters.

More déjà again, this is completely unrelated to Paris because it happened somewhere in Italy. Loads of compelling stuff about the club and its dual factoidum are on a page mis–titled as the About the Club Webpage. Readers who actually have read some of it, and many have, will hardly seek to be curious about the unwritten rest of it. Should I be wrong, check out the club's dismal but free membership card for clues, odors, secret ink or fingerprints and missing commas.

photo, shoes in the air on boulard Eccentricities of the 14th.

This Was Metropole Ten Years Ago

No one should be surprised that last week ten years ago was a half–zillion weeks ago. Metropole used to have lots of real new stuff in it, such as Paris' Long August, possibly in the Café column, Wandering Towards Beaubourg, possibly was the week's feature, along with some posters and a cartoon entitled 'Indian' Summer for Waiters. That was enough although there was more in Issue 2.39 – 29. September 1997 because it is Ten Years Later today.

Café Life Légère 90.3

photo, sign, rue emile richard

Inside Baseball

Today's Quote of the Week has no connection to the Mets, the lousy weather, or the high price of figs. For today's morsel of philosophy I suggest a quote by Evelyn Waugh, who wrote plenty of mean things, such as, "The human mind is inspired enough when it comes to inventing horrors – it is when it tries to invent a Heaven that it shows itself cloddish." No wonder he was considered bad tempered. What about this then – "I am certain there is too much certainty in the world," attributed to Michael Crichton. Then there's "Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets," from Arthur Miller, and that was strike three, I'm out.

photo, sign, pelouse authorise

Renton's Jumbo Patazone

There are no more than 91 days left of this year, the same number that 1881 had when engineer William Boeing was born without being aware that he would found the aircraft company that would supply America in several wars plus most of the world's airlines. But then, in 1934, the government accused Boeing of being monopolistic and his company was divided into three, Boeing, United Aircraft Corporation and United Air Lines. That's when William Boeing took up raising racehorses and the rest is history.

Wobble–D Day

This is totally unconnected to the fact that this year has used up 274 days, the same number that 1949 had when Mao Zedong, also known as the Chairman, proclaimed in Beijing that the People's Republic of China existed, and he was the boss of it, the only person allowed the title of Chairman. Totally unrelated, but today is also the glorious anniversary of the opening day of the Magic Kingdom by the Walt Disney Company in some grapefruit groves in the middle of Florida. As yet there is no Disneyland in China but it could be an oversight.

photo, sign, a la memorie du marechal ney

The Ex–Question of Schleswig–Holstein

A few folks have might have been thinking that it is only reasonable to remember that it was in 1869 on this date that Austria issued the world's first postcard, although it had been patented by John P. Charlton in Philadelphia in 1861, and then sold to H. L. Lipman who put decorated borders on them and sold them like... postcards. However the postcard was really an idea thought up in 1865 by Heinrich von Stephan, the secretary of the German postal system. Postcards were first used in the Franco–Prussian conflict of 1870 for passing orders around the battlefields. So it was pure luck that professor Emmanuel Hermann convinced the Austrian postal service, on this day in 1869, that the postcard should be invented as a cheap means of communication during wars. This rest, as they say, is history, again.

A bientôt à Paris
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