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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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