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photo, pont au change, the conciergerie, sunset Sundown on Paris' courthouse, the Conciergerie.

If he is a little tottery and feels a need for more substantial fare, there's the crêpes kiosque right across the place. Breakfast of champions, if you've waited until noon, is a Nutella crêpe with all the extras. Then go a short block and get the papers. Since the kiosque is almost inside the Café de Flore he can go there but there may be somebody he doesn't want to see, so he goes to the Bonaparte, which has a distant view of the Deux Magots, just in case.

There he can sit all day. Waiters will bring him coffee and maybe cognac if he feels like having a quick start even if he slept until noon. After a while he gets hungry again and since it is what folks do, about 20:00 he wanders over to the rue des Canettes to an Italian joint named Les Trois Canettes. No one knows if the street was named after this restaurant. It could have been there since the 14th century. Midget duck is on the menu even if it isn't Italian.

photo, stairs down to the seine

Things run late in Paris so it might be a good idea to take in a movie before the night's serious stuff starts. Le Champo in the rue des Ecoles always has good, old movies, for 12 hours a day, every day all year. There are plenty of other nearby cinemas too. If you like old American films they are playing here, in the Quartier Latin.

After the movie Alan has several choices. But let's just say he can return to the Deux Magots for another hot chocolate, or drop in to the Flore for something stronger. Maybe it would be better if he went to a club to hear some music – it's just around the corner. At the end of a long and busy day he hasn't gone more than 500 metres in any direction – the furthest was the cinema – but he hasn't taken any taxis or ridden the métro. Except for his pipe his carbon footprint was zero. The best thing is, tomorrow is new day, especially when it's in Paris. In Hollywood it's just another day.

photo, bar chez georges, rue des canettes High life in the rue des Canettes.

Something To Look Up

Just to the west of the Marché Saint–Germain, in the narrow rues Lobineau, Mabillon, Guisarde, Princesse and Canettes, there is a colony of cafés, bars and restaurants mostly with open doors when the temperature permits, plus some of these places have terraces. It is sort of inside–outside and folks are strolling around, going in and out, and there's only a few cars passing through, so it's like a mall under the sky.

Even if it looks a bit gaudy – a bit like Hollywood's idea of the Quarter Latin – at least a half dozen of the restaurants and bars are mentioned in serious guidebooks. With them all being so close together the ones not noted must be making some effort to keep up. At the moment street works have made the rue Guisarde almost impassable. There's a sign on a barricade that says, "Le Jardin des Pierres – sens de la visite —>"

photo, sign, place de l'institut

The Languid Café Metropole Club

Club meetings with no members are fine with me, because I get to sit and do nothing for two hours. I would rather hear your stories so there's something to report even if it's silly. Regular members and new candidates are therefore welcome. The next Thursday that everything at the Café Metropole Club will be 105% new, will be on 24. July, a few days after the fantastic Paris–Plages begins. All members–in–any form, any standing, of any sort will be welcome even if you feel like lying on the sand across the street.

A rumor that repetition here will end someday is totally false. Two marvellous facts and three utter rumors about the club are on a page called the About the Club Webpage. Readers who have actually read it, and one or two may have, may already be club members without personal risk or other exorbitant fees.

photo, sign, solar powered cap with air conditioningSolar powered cap with air conditioning.

The Ex–Question of Schleswig–Holstein

Some of you have might have been thinking that it is especially appropriate to remember that it was today in 356 BC that a young dude named Herostratus set the Temple of Artemis in Ephesus on fire and burned down one of the Seven Wonders of the World. Like a modern terrorist he claimed authorship of the act. To dissuade copycats the authorities offed him and forbade anyone, under penalty of death, to mention his name. However the historian Theopompus spilled the beans and that's why I'm not worried. Then about five hundreds years later, in 285, the Roman head cheese Diocletian appointed Marcus Aurelius Valerius Maximianus Herculius , called Maximian for short, as Caesar and later upped him to Augustus. Diocletian was the brains of this duo and Maximian the brawn. How did it end? Why the two of them retired at the same time, and well, retired. The lowest temperature ever recorded on this date was –89.2 C at the Russian station Vostok in Antarctica , in 1983. Forget the Siebenjährigen Krieg and consider this quote: "Everyone has talent at twenty–five. The difficulty is to have it at fifty," Edgar Degas said. That's our little world, folks!

A bientôt à Paris
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