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photo, bon marche, saturday The cake that is the Bon Marché.

There isn't any Christmas anything around my place so on Saturday I went over to the Bon Marché to take photos of the seasonal windows with all the little kiddies squashing their noses against the glass. Did I say it was cold? There were a lot of people around but few kids. One look at the windows nobody was looking at told me why – nothing magical to see. I was crushed. Christmas is only once a year and can you imagine all left–bank kids being deprived of Christmas animations for a whole year? They will be stunted for life.

On the rue de Rennes there was the usual Saturday mobs, buying their cheap threads and filling up on iPods, DVDs and the latest game machines. The Fnac was semi–barricaded and a huge and unruly crowd was pressing against the doors. I decided to skip going in to look at stuff I am not going to buy.

Sunday was another cold day but I went out looking for the best morris column poster of the week. It was unfindable so this week's is the second–best, or third, and that's how it is some weeks. Posters were a bit feeble too.

photo, rue du sevres Shoppers pour into Paris.

On a whim I pushed the buzzer of starving artist Matt Rose and a disembodied voice told me to rise. At the door an offer of café, a bit of chit–chat and Matt showed me his latest project, a booklet titled Mister Rose's ABC Book. Matt said he dreamed it up while taking a hot bath and eating peanutbutter cookies.

Subtitled A Little Book for Little People,; it goes like this:–

A ..is for Arnold the airplane
who has an annoying air about
him, always bragging about his
astrological altitude.

We live in new, modern times, so what took ten minutes to think up, 45 minutes to write and a couple of days to fully illustrate – not to mention a flash–printing or two – can now be endlessly fiddled with, thanks to software. We changed some words – found a substitute for zaftig – and fiddled with some colors. Then I'm back home five minutes and he sends me a new PDF of it, weighing twelve megatons.

photo, paul, in beatles story From the Beatles Story.

Anyhow, that was my week. On the face of it not very exciting. Kind of cool anytime I was outside, or even inside. Does anybody remember last winter? It was like living in southern Spain. A week of bad weather and the rest was global warming. Ah, the good old days!

The Café Metropole Club

Absolutely none of the club's totally new members showed up at the club meeting last Thursday but there were two real members, just like the week before. The next Thursday when everything at the Café Metropole Club will be all new again will be 20. December, with only 4 shopping days until Xmas. Any kind of non–shopping members of any sort will be welcome. If you are reading this, don't just stand there.

photo, ile de la cite, quai des orfevres By day, some welcome sunshine.

The next meeting of the Café Metropole Club will be on 20. December, less than a week close to Christmas. The Saint of the Day will be Saint–Abraham, from the city of Ur, known these days as Tell Muqqayyar. Abraham's name has many meanings, many versions, but nobody minds because it all happened long before Diocletian was around, which was also a long time ago.

Déjà vu forever, related sideways to Paris because it happens here. Fascinating true lore about the club and its single hard factoid are on a page called the About the Club Webpage. Some readers who actually have read some of it, and few have, are no longer curious about any of the unwritten rest of it. If I am wrong as can happen, write your own version. The free membership card for real members is still free and you can print it.

This Was Metropole Ten Years Ago

Who cares that this week ten years ago was 500–odd weeks ago? Metropole used to have lots of real swell stuff in it, such as The Odd Shopper, not in the Café column, On the Town At Noël, not in the Au Bistro column, along with some minor posters and a silly cartoon titled Flyin' Into Paris. Did that one run again then? Even though there was hardly any more in Issue 2.50 – 8. December 1997, because it is about Ten Years Later this week, about.

photo, sign, anct place dauphine

Café Life Légère 92.1

Two–Way Miracles

This totally new Quote of the Week has no connection or relevance to today. For a new gem of philosophy I suggest a quote by Albert Einstein, who had had a few things to say, such as, "There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle." Small wonder then, why Ford Madox Ford said, "It is a queer and fantastic world." He said more but that's all the space he gets.

photo, sign, plaque bon marche

Back In Patatimes

There are no more than 14 days left of this year, the same number that 920 had when Romanos I was crowned as co–emperor along with the underage Emperor Constantine VII. His sons thought their father would let Constantine succeed him, so they arrested him in 944, placed him on the Princess Islands, and forced him to become a monk. But the folks of Constantinople revolted and the two bad boys were sent to the islands too. With his wife's help, Constantine got to be emperor again at age 39 – after a lifetime under somebody's thumb, in an age not called dark for nothing.

photo, sign, no parking, tow away, busted bike wheel

Wobble–Bird Flights

This is totally unconnected to the fact that this year has used up 351 days, the same number that 1935 had when the Douglas DC–3 flew for the first time. It could cross the United States eastbound making only three refueling stops, with a flight time of about 15 hours. Westbound flights took two hours 30 minutes longer. Before the DC–3, a trans–continental trip required many short hops during the day, with trains taking over at night. About 10,600 of these aircraft were built at Santa Monica, California.

The Ex–Question of Schleswig–Holstein

A few folks have might have been thinking that it is only right and proper to remember that it was today in 1969 that the United States Air Force officially terminated its study of UFOs, claiming that UFOs caused, "A mild form of mass hysteria, including individuals who fabricate such reports to perpetrate a hoax or seek publicity, psychopathological persons, and misidentification of various conventional objects." There was no connection 20 years later when The Simpsons debuted on TV. While it is also the birthday of Ford Maddox Ford, born in 1873, today also marks the death of Kaspar Hauser in 1833. Kasper was a foundling and nobody ever figured out who he was, so he died young. He is, however, still a riddle.

A bientôt à Paris
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