The Short of the Week

photo, cafe la corona, grande salle The grande salle today – full of nobody.

Short Read, Short Short

by Ric Erickson

Paris:– Thursday, 17. July:–  The only thing new this week is that a half of July has evaporated without it becoming summer. To say that it is no improvement over a third of July melting away is to say nothing. We are not waiting, even impatiently. Not so the city's department of fun, games, and circuses. Those dudes are on the Seine quays with their beach tractors, pushing loads of sand around, getting it into place for the white bodies of Parisians slathered with exotic oils to be plopped on it. State railways SNCF gets a cut from every citizen grilling on the out–of–town strands but here in paradise everybody gets a nearly free bicycle.

" Last weekend was a grand départ, following the mini grande départ the weekend before. The Soldes d'Eté have had the best stuff grabbed and now merchants are putting up the second discounts for the leftover junk. At the same time France had a nuclear incident that was poo–pooed by EDF engineers, and the police in Paris handed out yellow football warning cards to carefree jaywalkers, who have been jaywalking with impunity for about 205 years, ever since the Terror."

photo, orange of the week Tastier than ever.

Re–running the above paragraph for the lone reader who wants to see how they have been treated in this week's club report is not what I normally do, but last week's news is still fresh this week. Parisians are still jaywalking and the nuclear incident didn't go away. Residents near the facility – not near here – discovered to their horror that their drinking water is polluted. Polluted by uranium no less. That's what the TV–news and newspapers say. I say it's radiation. The government said it is going to do an investigation and make a report someday. Meanwhile, have a nice summer!

Today the sky was semi–cloudy, it was slightly breezy and the temperature was about 23 degrees, and maybe it was humid too. Throngs of tourists were near the Pont Neuf, dropped off by monster buses, and sandwich hustlers along the quai du Louvre were flogging them with giant paper cups full of pop. More, semi interesting, weather details follow the club report.

The Short of the Week Club Report

Full disclosure requires that I confess up front that no members of any shape, size or color helped me conduct today's club meeting. While the club meeting without a quorum was in session thousands of non–club members passed the club café on their way to the Louvre across the street. Less than 1% paused on the café's terrace and fewer than a tenth of that number ventured into the grande salle for a refreshment or an onion soup reeking of garlic. I sat there for two hours and nothing happened, in other words.

photo, paris plage, under construction Playing in the sandbox – Paris–Plage(s) begins.

At the end of the memberless club meeting I left. I went to my number one bakery and got a loaf of bread and then I took it home, and there I chalked up the day as successful, for bread. It could have been worse – my number one bakery could have been on holidays. At home I did the photos, all three, and then I made dinner and watched the news on TV. After that I watched two short episodes of a German krimi and then I commenced to write this club report about nothing happening. I have already written too much. The photo only needs a short placeholder.

Exciting Weather Details

Tonight's version of the weather on the TV–news had an unimproved forecast. That's what I wrote last week and it's still good this week. It may be as lousy as predicted. Here are the grim tidings:

Friday is scheduled to have a morning and an afternoon just like last week and the week before. At noon on Friday it appears it will be semi–mainly cloudy. There may be a wink or two of sun if you hope hard. Saturday is forecast to be the same, but Monday may be a tad brighter. High temperatures are a feature of the past. Expect 23, 24 and 22 degrees. Luckily they took down all the posters around town about the heatwave to stop the snickering.

About the Café Metropole Club

Rumble, bundle and fondle your mouse and clickity–click it to see a club meeting report buried somewhere deep in these pages. Less thrilling than hearing actual members' voices during club meetings. What voices? I heard nothing! A clue about what the club's secretary might have been doing today may help and can be found on the About the Café Metropole Club webpage.

graphic, club location map

Bagged In the Patazone

As unrehearsed as any Thursday , semi out of control and unusually, like today, members staying away in droves. Club meetings run from 15:00 to 17:00 on Thursdays. The metric times are equivalent to 3 to 5 pm around other unmetric places, while meetings are held right here. The next meeting will be on Thursday, 24. July in the afternoon. If you feel like saying anything that can be heard by the other members present if there are any and if they are listening, and sometimes they are, but not always.* Your other, absolutely true, stories are totally welcome too even if they are true.

Caution – should you have a personal desire to remain unfindable via the Web, be sure to inform the club's secretary that you prefer to be 404 – not found by Web search engines before becoming found. All you folks staying lost, all is forgiven.

*The above paragraphs are relatively unchanged since the report a week ago because when nothing happens I tend to re–use my hand–crafted spelled–from–memory words because they don't grow on bushes like apricots, do they?

The café's location is:

Café–Tabac La Corona
2. Rue de l'Amiral de Coligny – or – 30. Quai du Louvre
Paris 1. Métro: Louvre–Rivoli, Pont–Neuf or Châtelet.
Every Thursday, from 15:00 to 17:00.
Next club meeting on Thursday, 27. July.

A bientôt à Paris
signature, regards, ric

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