Of the four bars on the Place Edgar Quinet, the Odessa is
best for waiting for meetings.
Finding 'Bill' in the Metropole, Instead of Looking
Looking for Pins in a Haystack; How to Fix a Rendez-Vous
Richard Erickson's Paris Journal - Freelance Correspondent to the Paris Pages
All images copyright (c) November 1995 Richard Erickson - used with permission
Paris, Tuesday, 14. November 1995:- Let's say you are going to meet
somebody - 'Bill' for example, who you have not met before; someplace
in Paris that is mutually convenient. The trouble is, right at the
beginning, that neither of you have the same schedule or destination,
so no place is really 'convenient.'
The thing to do is try and figure out some exact place where you
might... almost...cross paths. It could turn out, that there is such
a place, but neither of you knows it well; or one of you doesn't know
it at all. With the phone tucked between your shoulder and your ear
(I've never been able to do this; are there lessons?) each of you
studies their own metro map. Serious calculations are made regarding
time and distance, other meet times with other people, and a result
is fixed upon: a certain metro station. Then the conversation may be
as follows:
- You, "You know metro stop Edgar Quinet? In the fourteenth, near
Montparnasse."
- The 'Bill,' "No, but I've got it here; where should we meet?"
- You, "The metro sortie faces the 'Tour Montparnasse,' you can't miss
it. There's four bars there. I'll meet you in front of the 'Petite
Rotonde;' it's the first on your right as you come out of the metro."
Most of the time in Paris, in the winter at least, the weather is
lousy. It can be plain lousy - grey overcast - or really rotten
lousy: windy, cold-damp, rainy, sleet, and at worst: freezing rain.
To be on the safe side, if you have fixed an outdoor meet, there
should be a 'fall-back' to some place inside. Another reason to do
this, is that either one of you will most likely be late.
There are just too many variables in a place like Paris to be
anyplace on time. The students are on strike at Nanterre; the train
drivers are on strike on RER Line 'B,' or you get on the wrong metro
and end up heading towards St Cloud, or you are daydreaming
underground and you ride past Edgar Quinet and it's Porte de Vanves
before you realize - it could be anything, even a combination of
mistakes - and you are late.
Little parks like this one in the rue des Blancs Manteaux
are good rendez-vous spots, although not in winter.
Between the weather and time, you have to have a 'fall-back.' In this
case, you say, "Don't go in the 'Petite Rotonde,' go to the 'Odessa'
instead, because it has a better view," or some other interesting
peculiarity.
- The 'Bill,' "How do you spell that?"
- You, "Like in Russia; O - D - E - S - S - A."
Now this should be foolproof. You don't have to care where 'Bill' is
coming from, and if he's late, you've picked the 'Odessa' because you
see nicer skirts, or guys, or poodles - whatever your fancy, walk
down the rue d'Odessa than say, down the rue Montparnasse. In fact,
it might be nice to spend the some time there, until you're supposed
to meet 'Julie' on the steps of - uh oh - that freezing rain has
started - on the always windy steps of the Grande Arche out at the La
Defense. Ooh... You forgot the 'fall-back' for that.
The worst situation is when the meet is with someone who doesn't know
Paris at all; on arrival for example. People who get as far of the
outskirts of Paris are usually determined to get 'into' it. That's
okay, just so long as you can get them to fix themselves to a 'spot.'
Corinne of the left and Joel on the right are nice, but
don't make any rendez-vous' with the Bill in the middle.
At the airports, there are usually these 'meeting points,' -'point de
rencontre,' and these will do. Better, is to get there before arrival
so you can get placed right dead-smack in front of the exit from the
no-zone to reduce the 'lost-visitor' possibility to zero. The trains
are harder because there is a quai and it is pretty wide and if
everybody gets off at once, this flood of people come past - that's
how I missed Fritzl at Gare de l'Est last Easter - I think. The
'Pros' hold up signs; but if you do that too, 35 people from
'Nebelfleiger Reisen' may drop on you. A 'recognition' bit of
clothing is a good thing to have 'fixed' in advance for this type of
meet. "I'm wearing my Batman cape."
From the visitor's point of view, things are reversed a bit. If you
are to be met, stay at the place agreed to. Please. At worst, if you
'have to go...' leave this point, either go back to it, or go to the
'point de rencontre,' or back and forth between the two. Do not take
a walk, taxi, bus, or train to anyplace else. Please.
Arriving by automobile is the most difficult of all. As a visitor, if
you can't find the Paris address you're looking for, the simplest
thing to do is find a public underground parking garage, park in it,
save the ticket, note the location of the car and the garage, and go
to a nice calm cafe, and have a couple of drinks before phoning for a
pilot. (Tip of the year: be sure to have a France Telecom 'Phone
Card;' few public phones take cash.) Do not leave this cafe. Please.
Although not close to any metro stop or bus line, La
Palette in the Quartier Latin is a good place for a rendez-vous, or
just waiting for one to happen.
And if you are looking for somebody in the suburbs of Paris, the rule
is pretty much the same. Note the street name, and the locality of
course; then go in a cafe and phone for a pilot. If there is no cafe,
stay by the phone booth.
Please do not park in the Parly II mall parking lot, phone, and say
you are on the street outside, Charles de Gaulle.
Since, 'Bill,' this is the street you named, at least go over to the
edge of the parking lot now and then and if you see a red Citroen BX
cruising back and forth on the boulevard below for hours, and if you
do, flag it down on the offchance that it is your pilot... ready to
lead you out of the jungle of La Chesnay, towards warmth, food and
drink.
Please do this instead of going to a hotel that you do not know the
name of, and making another phone call about your imaginary location.
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