Me, flying

 

On a warm day we went down to the ocean and had coffee on the beach, where they had raised their prices ten cents a drink!

Luckily I have a lot of loose change, piles of it. And, as an aside, not just the small stuff either. Ones and twos can accumulate in one's pocket if one is not careful to spend it. And oddly, shopkeepers will sometimes either:

A. Ask you for all kinds of specific change requests to help with the shortcomings at their registers, or

B. Apologetically give you 8.72 change for your 20 euro bill all in coins because five euro bills are strangely rare here sometimes.

"B" has been happening a lot to me lately.

But this is not the subject of today's post.

And don't worry. It is not the World Cup either.

After coffee we walked up the beach to old town and bought potatoes and arugula from our favorite seller there, who hates pennies of any kind. And we also went to the photography museum, which our city museum pass card gets us into for free!

This is the subject of today's post!

We counted it out and determined we were 60 percent successful with shows at the photography museum (it has no permanent collection). We loved the guy who did multi hour exposure photos of mostly landscapes for instance, but the woman exploring the "beauty" of "all kinds" of women felt a bit disingenous and didn't quite cut it with us. This new exhibition today was called "Levitation".

The photographer, an athlete and dancer, took pictures of himself mostly, but sometimes others, in carefully constructed moments at the height of elaborate leaps, giving him the look of someone suspended in the air in dramatic locations and in dramatic, space defying poses.

I didn't like them at first, but my negativity is often unnecessary and if I can get rid of it, I do my best to do so. They were often elegant and interesting in an instagram way, so it wasn't a big surprise that he has found much success first on Instagram and suchlike. There was a very pretty film of his work that seemed to include a lot of advertising work he had done as well, which was pretty too, but not the sort of thing to make one respect his work and vision more. But it was fun to look at.

I did feel like the information about the show wanted to make sure you knew these were real, unaltered photos of real scenes. And I can see their interest in that, in this day in age.

Nevertheless, it got me thinking mischievously and I took some pictures of the gallery and the show. And then I did the following.

 Are they homage? Affectionate teasing? Outright trolling?

Yeah, probably.

What have we learned

 

Here are the top ten things we have learned very recently at clerkmanifesto!

10. The general titles and introductions in clerkmanifesto lately are just a thin disguise for more World Cup content.

9. It is too much work to watch four World Cup games a day and read and watch all its attendant commentary and yet write about anything other than The World Cup (see item "10").

8. While the "Ten item list" is a classic motif, it generally requires too many distinct points, causing most of these said lists to have a couple of filler items.

7. See "Number 8".

6. Round one of The World Cup demonstrated so far that the vaunted "greatest midfields in the world" (Spain, Portugal) are like absolutely nothing compared to "The greatest stars in the world" (Messi, Mbappe, Harry Kane, Haaland).

5. Brilliant and dedicated teamwork is essential and profoundly respected, but really so far only for the less talented, over-achieving teams (New Zealand, Cabo Verde, Congo).

4. It's possible for us to become insanely excited about tie games.

3. This actually should have probably been a five item list. It turns out that it is hard to learn anything when you just watch a lot of soccer.

2. For all this incredible amount we've learned (see items 10 through 3, but probably disregard items "10", "9", "8", "7", and "3") it is only round one that we've seen, and there is still room to defy what we've just witnessed: Messi could now show his age with Argentina then bogging down around him. Lamine Yamal could light fire and lead Spain to their expected brilliance, Ronaldo could weirdly start scoring goals like a man half his age, which, alas, according to form so far would be 26, Belgium could put in adored talisman Axel Witsel, Neymar could rise from the dead, maybe equipped with bionics?, and Mbappe could, er, Mbappe could, no, I can't say it. I think that Mbappe, and I am no great fan, might, at The World Cup, be inevitable.

1. The winner of round one was the highest and the lowest. Oh, and people tuning into clerkmanifesto thinking "Gosh, I hope he talks about soccer instead of shelving, or library management, or his weird France vacation which seems awfully long already! Who's registering library cards for him?

 

Old man performs trick with hat!

 

I would be delighted if today's post was about a clever busker, an old man on the streets of my city doing clever variations on classic tophat magician tricks. Maybe one can even toss in a euro coin to his hat in appreciation, and as it goes in it disappears, giving the magician a tragic air, as even when the crowd appreciates him it all goes wrong.

But no.

One of the weirdest twists to this city is how as the Summer tourism has heated up towards a kind of wild festive pitch, and a loose party seems to be carrying on day and night, especially by the sea, there are actually fewer buskers! The street musicians have not ALL gone quiet, but there are fewer of them even as the available audience for them has doubled. Even the begging seems to have gone down a notch. I can't figure it out.

"So," You wonder, "If it's not about an old street magician today, what is it about? Please tell me you're not going to be working in talking about the World Cup again!"

Ooops.

You cracked it.

You were probably just kidding about hoping it wasn't about The World Cup though, right? Because where are you going to learn about The World Cup if not on Clerkmanifesto? I mean, outside of all available media everywhere? Which, who in their right mind tunes into media now that it has ceased to be as accurate as...

clerkmanifesto.

So who is this old man from the title then? 

Lionel Messi, on the verge of turning 39, scored a hattrick in The World Cup! 

As we say in France, ohh la la!

We really do say that.

And it was a wonderful hattrick as well, defying the years. Two of the goals were brilliant shots from distance, and the third was a bit more of an opportunistic tap in off of the goalie's inefficient save from a previous shot. A narrow offsides and one terrific save is all that kept it from being five Messi goals!

 Plus, for bonuses, Messi stamped on some guy's calf, for which he could have gotten a red card, preventing him from getting any goals! But so far it isn't that kind of a World Cup, so a hattrick it was.

But that's just reportage. What does it all mean?

What tiny little thing further did we learn from day five or whatever day it is of this gigantically long World Cup?

Sorry, nothing much. 

Things were mostly to form today, including the greatest and most famous players in the world ostentatiously grabbing goals left and right. But watching the seven goals between Messi, Mpappe, and Haaland, though indeed very much to form and expectation, was also, I mean, spectacular. There is no reason to get so caught up in suprises that we don't appreciate expected wonders at least as much as watching underdogs overachieve. 

It all works.

What next?

As we go to press the last of the first games for everyone will have played out (I have just started watching Portugal v. Congo!). We get a look at the truly ancient Ronaldo and another goal scoring giant in Harry Kane of England. From there we start the second games and get a little more perspective. Were great performances a result of facing weak teams? Were poor ones the result of playing good ones and now the rust is shaken off?

No one knows. But now the guesses will start getting better.

The temporality of the world cup

 

In the millions of predictions of the World Cup that I studied in order to be prepared to walk you through it all here, it is astonishing how wildly off the rails all those predictions have turned out to be already, and we have barely begun! 

It is not just that one of the top favorites of the tournament, Spain, merely tied Cabo Verde who is ranked 64th, but also, in a less heralded upset, New Zealand eeked out a tie with Iran, which to the lay person might not seem impressive, but New Zealand were ranked 85th in the world! They had the lowest ranking in the tournament while Iran was pretty well regarded at 20. Indeed, the big story of the World Cup so far has been the draws. As I write more than half the already numerous games have ended in a tie score. Considering the great dig against this new cup format was that it weakens the pool of competitve teams and creates too many mismatches, that's pretty hilarious.

So what does it all mean?

Nothing much.

Yet.

As I have said before, this low elimination group stage is not really for key events, it's for all of us to kind of get the feel for the whole thing and to size everyone up. It's for creating little miracles for the "we're just elated to be here" teams and for the solid teams to get it together and hopefully work out their kinks, not mess up their seeds, and to prepare themselves.

Sure, so far these games have told us the USA will go farther than anyone thought, that Germany is now a key favorite, and that Spain, while talented, is toothless. Turkiye and Ecuador were overrated! New Zealand is better than anyone thought. The Netherlands have the worst coach. Goalies are the difference between miracle ties and slaughters. Morocco's success wasn't accidental, Brazil despite the fancy coach aren't there yet, and Belgium's reluctance to play Axel Witsel cost them the opening win. Oh, and Sweden's front line is absolutely devastating.

But these are all just appetizers. Not even appetizers, they are amuse bouches! These look like truth right now but they are all written in sand. The tide will come in and wash them away. Or the tide will etch them deeper. Or maybe it wash them away, come back, and put them there again, though perhaps slightly altered.

My prediction?

Sorry, not my thing as I find them oddly wrong even when they are right. But I do have advice, even if it be mostly to myself:

Sure, go ahead and enjoy an upset, however it comes, even in a draw.

And delight in Cinderella stories.

But keep an eye out for good soccer, and enjoy that even more.

Expensive coffee

 

Down along the beach near our apartment one can buy expensive coffees, or, as I prefer, cappuccinos. Some of these places are classic "pay for the location" places, and in the famous hotels, or at some of the rooftop bars across the road, there is an element of "pay for the fanciness" as well. An average cappuccino in this town runs about euro 4.50. We have found one of the cheapest, though still perfectly lovely beachside cafe/restaurants called "Blue Beach" that charges a mighty 5.70 for their cappuccino, a minor price gauge we have belatedly decided to embrace, as it is accompanied by the right to sit in cushy lounge furniture directly on the beach down below the Promenade Des Anglais. Some of these seemingly interchangeable beach restaurants can charge over ten euros for their cappuccino, and so too will a ritzy and extremely famous place across the street, like the Negresco, charge as much as that tenner and possibly more.

Going now regularly to "The Blue Beach" for 5.70 cappuccinos has caused me to reflect upon some of the expensive coffees we have encountered in our lifetime of coffee drinking adventures. They do actually come in two distinct versions. The first is, of course, as I have mentioned, the price of ambiance, space, location, and or style. Venice's most famous cafe, or most ritzy, had a cappuccino for 15 euros, albeit served seated on the square of St. Marks. And this is at least a 15 year outdated price, so by any measure of inflation was really more expensive even than that 15 seems. We could not bring ourselves to indulge in this Venetian experience finding it not that interesting for the cost, but, oddly, in desperate need of a bathroom we had cafes in the inside bar for something like a third the price. The coffee itself was unmemorable, but watching the bartender methodically open dozens and dozens of bottles of champagne in preparation for apertivo left a great impression upon me and made me quite well-versed at opening bottles of sparkling wine from that informative moment forward.

The other kind of expensive cappuccino is based off of quality and sometimes the rareness of the beans. These are actually far more rare since the best of the fifth wave, obsessively excellent coffee houses we have been to tend to be at the very top of what I would call the average city price without venturing into the "expensive" category of price. The best general cappuccinos we have had, like in Saint Minneapolis at Kopplins (RIP) or in Copenhagen were fastidious and not cheap, but not in this "other" category. However in a cutting edge restaurant bar in Saint Minneapolis we long, long ago tried a $7.00 cappuccino (adjusted to today's prices probably more like 10 to 12 dollars!). As I recall it used a special kind of aged beans and was... fine.

In Montpellier we found a cappuccino also for seven, though this in euros and not needing inflation adjustment as it was barely more than a month ago. This was the most expensive item coming off of a full menu of bean options, and, and, I don't know what to tell you. I would get it every single day. I would let it change my very concept of coffee.

Except when we want coffee on the beach, where I will accept that it is not all that great, and love it as much.

Hotel Du Centre

 

We sit at a cafe under the “Hotel Du Centre” on a pedestrianized side road off of the main street of the city, if it can really be said to have one, called Jean Médecin. A cool breeze blows, and the mild weather is actually even a tiny bit cool. I am all too aware that this is “it” for the city, for the season, and temperatures in the very high twenties to thirties, with blinding sun, will be back tomorrow and not relent for the next ten weeks.

When I say “temperatures in the high twenties,” I know I am being a bit provocative to my more Fahrenheit-conversant audience, but I have to learn eventually. For you, to ease your way, let us say mid-eighties will be the rule here for the summer, and I will soon commence to cower like Gollum, muttering about how the sun burns us and is cruel. 

Well, it is, but I’m sure it doesn’t mean it.

We have walked this street many dozens of times now but oddly never stopped or had a drink here, despite its sheer pleasantness. I suppose even with its awnings and umbrellas, its broad black-tiled road has always felt particularly vulnerable to the sun, and I guess we’ve never hit it on the right day until now.

Now it’s lovely. 

Perhaps the very best thing in this city, or maybe in France, is when you stop and sit, it feels as if that is what everyone is doing, and is the entire purpose of the place. 

And all those people still walking by? 

They are simply for your entertainment.

p.s.

I meant to take some pictures to illustrate the subject of today's post, but then I ended up just doing mock branding instead:

World Cup is under way!

 

Having devoted myself to the World Cup, and to keeping you informed about it, my big take away so far is... oh my god, this is going to be a lot of games.

I have managed to watch almost four games and one set of full highlights over the course of the first three days of the tournament, and here is what I haven't seen yet:

1. Any team who has a serious chance of winning the tournament.

2. Any famous player who would genuinely be considered one of the best in the world.

But I don't mind any of it. I am all in. And while I might have had some complaints about the less than sparkling quality of the soccer at first, all of the sudden the USA came on, and, of all teams they looked terrific. I have never in my entire life seen the US team look good. I hardly knew what to think. Do I root for them?

Sure, why not.

But I won't chant or anything.

You know, because of the fascism and everything.

I am currently writing this by slipping away from the Switzerland Qatar game, which seemed like a foregone conclusion in favor of the Swiss, and maybe it is, but Switzerland are so far unable to open up their small lead any wider. Maybe something weird could happen? I doubt it, but I'm up for it.

My main goal is to catch the midnight game between Brazil and Morocco, which will feature some brilliant players and two teams that are sort of considered outside contenders, but who everyone finds a bit difficult to predict just how far outside. Brazil is full of talent and have a great manager, but have been underachieving for so long now that no one knows how to really believe in them any more except by ancient habit. Morocco has been over achieving so much recently that it's oddly a bit hard to believe they can do it again. It's kind of a perfect early test and the first game I'd love to see. Alas that I will probably be compelled to sleep through it.

Maybe I'll catch the replay in the morning.

Don't tell me what happens.

Sometimes you're on one train, sometimes the other

 

I'll show you the pictures first for a change. 

They're really both the same scene, trying to get it right, two versions if you will:

I was thinking about how it is here in this city, living in a vacation wonderland. I remembered an old Woody Allen movie that made a tremendous impression on me: Stardust Memories. In one particularly magnificent scene, the main character is on a grim train, full of disconnected, strange people in a bleak and worn setting. He looks out the grimy window of his old train and sees into the train on the next track, going the other way. Richly lit and luxuriously appointed, this train is full of beautiful people, celebrating, partying, and drinking champagne.

My unfortunately Eeyorish disposition has always been prone to feeling like this, that somehow I am on the far worse train, but I think the feeling comes up a bit extra here. People are having a good time here! With the false richness of vacation they have entered into a starrier version of the world, and my city invites it. They have no obligations, plenty of money in their pockets, and no concerns for the future.

 There is so much made of how unhappy locals in popular European tourists towns are getting. They are increasingly displeased with tourists' loud, disrespectful, and drunken behavior, with the way that the proliferating airbnbs they stay in have blown up the local rents, and with how their foreign tastes erode the local true culture and cost of their city. And while I think there is real merit to their complaints (though even within that there is the usual misdirection of blame that should be levelled at the local rich, the ownership class, and their local government more than the tourists), I think there is also a certain amount of understandable jealousy: "Who are all these people coming to the city where I work, am sick, have plumbing problems, keep to a budget, etc, who get to do nothing here but have a good time!"

We're retired, as you know, and it is hard sometimes to separate out how much we are tourists here and how much we are simply everyday residents in this city. It comes and goes. I think even for people born here there can be a little of both sometimes.

Sometimes we are sipping champagne on the beautiful train and, sure, it can be wonderful.

But sometimes too, I'm just looking longingly into the light, on the way to the Carrefour Market, to get more toilet paper, and maybe a toilet plunger, if they have one.

World cup written ahead of time

The first game of the World Cup is over! And though I haven't seen it yet because it doesn't start for me for several minutes, I am aware of my obligations to keep you up to date on the World Cup regardless. And so it is. I am daring to give you the key points of this first match of the World Cup even though it hasn't happened yet!

Amazing!

But also accurate, maybe.

Actually, I am hoping that either:

A. I get super lucky and guess right.

or

B. You won't care enough to fact check, which, let's face it, this being the Internet, is more likely.

So, onto the key points of this exciting opening match featuring Mexico, playing at home, and South Africa, playing in Mexico.

If that counts as a guess I'm already one for one!

Here are your key points:

1. Mexico wins! Three to one.

2. Mexico's Gilbert Mora, a mere 17 years old and the youngest player at this World Cup, bags two assists!

3. Forty year old Guillermo Ochoa, also playing for Mexico, is taking part in his sixth World Cup. He is a goalie, and by "taking part" I mean "sitting on the bench" because he is old and they gave his job away. Which is a bit sad, because he would be the first player to play in six World Cups, pipping Messi and Ronaldo to it just a few days ahead. But he seems pretty happy to be there when the camera shows him.

4. Lyle Foster (who plays professionally in the U.S.) grabs the consolation goal for the South Africa team, giving them a slim ray of hope as they face slightly easier teams in their next two group games. It's not over yet!

Okay, you're up to date.

What's that?

The South Korea vs. Czechia game? 

Yes, that happened too! Or it's going to happen at four in the morning my time. 

How about you watch that one and tell me.

The hotel cafe

 

Sometimes I wish I knew what to say about this life.

Maybe it's just like regular life except fabulous vacation suddenly bursts out of it once or twice a day, like some massive flower bud you barely even knew was there, erupting into a brief and exotic bloom, and then falling away to a pile of petals in the wind.

We have started up an affection for hotel cafes for our afternoons. Here is today's: