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photo, illuminations, champs elysees, ferris wheel, concorde, traffic, saturday night In its Christmas finery for you, the Champs–Elysées on Saturday.

So folks ask me. Golly! Running Photoshop since the early '90s, so I know how to level off those horizons, but how to explain it? Take the straight–line tool, put it on a horizon or vertical, and look at the info panel to get the degree difference. Then hit command–Z to get rid of the line. Put the degree difference into rotate and it's a snap.

So it's not a snap? Well then, try out a download of Photoshop Elements. The version 6 is new for Windows and there's a version 4 for Macs. The street price for PCs is about $80. I found some gizmo for levelling horizons fairly easily in the Windows version. Levels and curves are in there too.

photo, ferris wheel, concorde, sat night Turning every night at Concorde.

With that out of the way Nigel and I took ourselves over to the Champs–Elysées for sundown on Saturday, to see the lights come on and check out the vibes. There are new lights this year – thanks Hôtel de Ville! – and it was all so wonderful that I didn't feel I was missing Times Square at all. It seemed like there were 300,000 other like–minded souls out there gawking too.

The Café Metropole Club

Only one of the club's totally new members showed up at the club meeting on Thursday but there were three other real members. It's nice to be back. The next Thursday when everything at the Café Metropole Club will be all new again will be 6. December. All sorts of members of any standing will be welcome, as long as they come. This means you. Tell yourself which you are.

The next meeting of the Café Metropole Club will be on 6. December, merely a week from last Thursday. The Saint of the Day will be Saint–Nicolas of Christmas fame. Once upon a time the New York Historical Society named Sancte Claus as the patron saint of Nieuw Amsterdam and it may still be valid. In France, Saint–Nicolas has a sidekick named Père Fouettard who carries a bunch of twigs, for beating naughty kids. You have been warned!

photo, new citroen sporty car New, cool, Citroën Air Play.

Déjà vu once more, completely related to Paris because it happens here. Piles of compelling lore about the club and its hard factoidum are on a page called the About the Club Webpage. Rare readers who actually have read some of it, and few have, need not be curious about any of the unwritten rest of it. If I am wrong as can happen, check out the club's corny but free membership card for toeprints and missing semi–commas.

This Was Metropole Ten Years Ago

Pay no attention that this week ten years ago was 520 weeks ago. Metropole used to have lots of real new stuff in it, such as We Think Singing in the Métro is Fun, possibly in the Café column, Barbara – Another Funeral in Paris, possibly in the Au Bistro column, along with some tatty posters and a lame cartoon titled Keep Pouring. That was plenty even though there was more in Issue 2.48 – 25. November 1997 because it is no less than Ten Years Later today, about.

photo, sign, rue saint amand

Café Life Légère 91.7

Any Clear Sign

Today's Quote of the Week has no connection to the the awful weather or the high price of corn kegs. For today's gem of philosophy I suggest a quote by Woody Allen, who said plenty of some stuff, such as, "If only God would give me some clear sign! Like making a large deposit in my name in a Swiss bank." Did you notice that Woody did not ask to win the New Jersey lottery? Or become an atomic scientist? All he wants is a sign.

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Patazone Ends

There are no more than 28 days left of this year, the same number that 1989 had when George H. W. Bush and Mikhail Gorbachev got together on some boat moored off the coast of Malta and decided to end the Cold War because it expired and everybody was tired of it. To fill the gap in our consciousness some snarky aides invented global terrorism and here we are, with the same old WMD we already had.

Strange Wobble–Gasses

This is totally unconnected to the fact that this year has used up 337 days, the same number that 1962 had when London succumbed to a peasoup fog thick with smoke and sulfurous gases which gassed some of the inhabitants before it finally blew away four days later. This was before the Beatles were truly famous. Totally unrelated, two years to the day later, police arrested 800 students for being members of the Berkeley Free Speech Movement, who were having a sit–in at an administration building to protest against a management decision forbidding protests at the Berkeley unit of the University of California. Many became famous on account of this saga but who, exactly, cares?

photo, sign, havana club ashtray of the week

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 1930 on this date that the film director Jean–Luc Godard was born. Then he saw Orson Wells' film Touch of Evil in 1958 and that was the ultimate impulse for the French New Wave. Godard, before movies, was a movie reviewer, so he might have made up this new wave stuff. His first feature film in 1960 was A Bout de SouffleBreathless – with Jean–Paul Belmondo and Jean Seberg. It was shown on Arte Sunday night in the original. Bebel played a stupid punk and Sebeg was a cool American chick. Paris was neat in 1960 in black and white. Happy birthday, Jean–Luc!

A bientôt à Paris
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