Putnam patriot., 1930-12-04
PArs

was Nery very good. when she va xood bot exceedingly hoFrid when sh. vas bad. Given a far sky and warm eqgabie days and nsgHts. Paris is al way the most heavenly of cities. So on returning from the Riv era. Ne cic not snixer and shake with the cold and bensoan the ram Paris was g bright. smiling child. sophisticated withai and not too gay. but pleasant enough for lazy days and shopp .ng. and the theatre. e.-though there weFt few plays O. value running. excepting ~Marias. B. Pagnois p4thetically charming tale of the Marseiiles bo5 who d5s not want Co m4rry but gs to sea And there was too. at the foiies Besrere. quite the best show that we have seer in a score or more of years in the old renovated playhouse. Its chief feature is a swimming ballet, arranged through clever Illusion ol mirTofs that gives She impression that the dancers are swimming all over the stage The scene has already been lifted for American consumption In . musical comedy Of the Bruthers Shubert
 Then there is the regular annual visit 0 be made to the Louvre. rather kurried ard not too satisfactory fer the gafIeries are crowded and we are, sx always. irritzted beYona all ex- preston af the depiogable hanging and arrangement of this monumental collection af maxterpieces. More and more we begin to believe that kings palaces should be left % kfnRs and never adapted to the showing Of art
 For once. and once only. we visit the new -Ambassadeurs. the hide oaxly plain structure that has been erected in the Champs Elysees 8u the site ef that famous wooden music hall where. in the golden years before the War. Yyette Guisbert sang her songs in the famous green dress and black gloves. Typical of the chang ing times. it was. that the late Flor ence Mills. gifted yodlinz mulatto. should have been the artiste wh0 opened the new Ambassadeurs in a revue composed and arranged Dy Yale's most noted Parisian. Cole Por- ter. One dimes at the new Ambassa- denrx very, very late The great bare room with white walls and screaming hangings is destitute Of charm. The food Is far worse than one may find in many corner of Montmarfre. The band is of the usual capable American cabaret eaii- bre and the show presented would probably not last a week at the Palace Theatre, New York. Here one may see all 0f ones travel fnr friends from home who car afford the high price of admission About the dance floor glide the last 4 e.4 fsa folk from Westbury, Southampton, Newport. New York, Tulsa and Reno. There are few French present From the general atmosphere and color of the place. il might as well be located on Broadway in the Fifriea and one easily f0rgets that just outside is the Place de la Concorde with it's obelisk gieaming between the twin fountains in the very heart and center of Paris.
 
 But Me did get back to Paris and the French on a Sunday afternoon, when. after delicious lunch at the Caneton. we wandered down towards the river, and whimsically decided t0 take a "batteau mouche." as for de- eades the staek-dipping little steam CTS that trail up and down the river every ten minutes. have long been known to the Parisians. We boarded the little ship at the Tuileries, and just iu time we were, for at the next uuai. Concorde, an avalanche Of peO- pie crowded the decks. There vas not a tourist aboard. For once we heard French spoken on all sides. Across from us a boy in the yellowest of yell low shoes held hands with a m.dinette in her crude but, nevertheless, chic imitation Of a "tailleur whose erea- tion. We imagined, she had witnessed in the ateiier where she worked. Be side us was q bearded m sieu with his wife and his sisrar and two child ren and from time to time he carefully drew from his pocket . small tin box and distribut- ed sweet pastilles to each of his flock who received them with cries of de light. And there was the amorous young man, little further forward who could not resist. for all of his low, passionate murmuring, the tempt. ation, meanwhile, to rearrange his loves hair. her hat. brush bit oi fluff from her bosom. never ceasinp the rapid flow of his ardent converse
 Up the Seine we fioated, past the Cours la Reine, past the Troscaderc and the Tour Eiffel to the left. past the hill of Passy, and then from a region of factories, past the Bois with a thousand couples lying in the sun on the grass or under the treeS Fathers were throwing balls tc their children, mothers were feed ing the younger ones. and here and there a crowd gathered about a bath ing barge and hiiariously hailed the swimming races. Up We puifed slowly past the funieular that leads up to Bellevue where Madame dc Pompadour once had a palace. and then on past the gardens of St. Cloud where the fountains were playing and the water rushed down the steps in cascades And Co Suresnes. where a hot and excited crowd waited to go home and we changed to snoths; boat and began the journey downward towards the ouai at Alma where, chez Francois. we had sherry and Q brioche and called it perfect day.
 
 Out of every visit to Paris there is one day that remains more vivid than any other and this time 1t Charlie and Tommy's day" We had dined we'll and late near the Rond Point and. the evening being particularly perfect, we wandered down the Champs Elysees, and into the rue RoyaIe and thence. with the stream up the BouIevards, stopping once to have a cup of Brazilian coffee in one of those new shops which are to Paris what the taximan's delight. the "Cof- fee Pots," are to New York. Then