Page Two THE MICHIGAN DAILY C..-1-. rI- .- - ^1i f ^e P Page Two i I vnrv un i Sunday, -ebruary, 26, I1956 i The Places ... Paris, London, New York, Rome-The Capitals of the World PARIS By ROBERT F. JONES AMORPHOUS, chameleon1ike, the metropolis adapts itself to the tourist's preconception. It sprawls, seemingly trapped, beneath the pin of his formulated phrase. He may stereotype it to death, for all it cares. Your tastes may be high, med- ium or low. You may be naive and open-mouthed, jaded and wise, bored with cliches or ready to be- lieve anything-Paris has a special face for you. LOOKING for art (with a capi- tal B for Bohemian)? Paris has it in two general va- rieties. The tourist is most likely to see the obvious manifestation. Robert Jones, '56 found this side of Paris one summer, tak- ing time out from a naval training cruise to investigate "la vie boheme." --Photo-Robert .Jones PARIS SIDE STREET ON A SUNNY MORNING "...the city adapts itself to the tourist's preconception." It twitches valiantly, high on t slopes of Montmartre, clad in co orfully ragged suits, lumpy beret It wields brushes, perhaps not the most artistic manner, but WILD'S WILD'S WILD'S WILD'S WILD'S Ii !I Coton-Dacron Cords Now AVAxILABLLFOR LAYAWAYS he Il- ,t. in at least out in the open where you switch on and off only when we can see it, hit an intersection. How about glamour, fashion and Across the Seine, flat and chic? Walk the boulevards and smooth i the lamplight, On the you'll see what you expect--lung-river, a tour-boat hisses along, you'l se wha yo expct-lne-bright-lit, faces at the glass, legged, sleek-lined and aloof as rh- cadives downgass.o Brahmin monks. The fashion- The cab dives down a narrow femmes of Paris seem localized, street, between buildings so old however. Step off the boulevard, that logs are needed to shore and women become garden-varie- them up. ty again. The brakes whine, and we get Want a fling at the highly-tout- out. You peel off a flimsy bill ed Paris night-life? Perhaps you with more zeroes than you're used have heard that the real thing to. isn't to be found in the Pigalle clubs or on the stage of the Folies A WOMAN leads us down a nar-' Bergere. row stairway. The walls are nitred and smell like damp chalk. SOMEONE tells you of a little We emerge into a low-ceilinged catacomb on the Left Bank cubicle dominated by a well-carved near Notre Dame. There's this bar out of which rise, like the jazz combo plays there, they say. horns of a goat, two chrome beer- This is more like it, you say. Let's spigots. go. From the next room, through We're off through the night a moss-green arch, comes the slow streets in a cab, running without shuffling of progressive jazz. You lights, the driver flicking the mutter something eager about life and the stark realism of Europe, and enter. It takes but a moment for the scales to fall from our eyes. The people sitting enwrapt before the smoothed-stone dais on which the swaying bandsmen play are cam- era-weighted, clean-cut Americans, even as you and I. A prime precept of Paris flashes through our minds: There are never more than two or three camera-type Americans in an authentic locale. Duped again. ONE OF PARIS'S most thriving tourist-traps is the so-called "Artists' Bohemia" atop t h e church-capped bulge of Mont- martre. The ride uphill to the A.B. is most certainly calculated to put one in the mood. You wind up narrow streets past quaint little shops. Women stalk the cobble-stones beating all manner of wierd breads. The higher you climb on the slopes of Montmartre, the thicker flock the shrivelled old ladies sell- ing their posies. You pass Montparnasse ceme- tery, an impression of mausoleums plastered with Rococo gingerbread. In a moment you are past. All that remains is an image of age -tradition, history, memory. 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