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Show -K -K -K -K First Sight o! Paris Is a Shock TJow There is one thing I shall always remember about the first time 1 saw Paris. It was really something I !aeard rather than saw. Twenty-six Iroura after leaving the National airport air-port at Washington, I was at Orly field just outside trie French capital. capi-tal. I -vas early evening when I entered the city. There had been a government crisis and many people were in the streets. There was little vehicular traffic because of the gasoline shortage. France, walking on wooden soles because for five long years she had been drained by her enemies within with-in and without drained of shoes and clothes and food and fuel. . . . There is the clatter of wooden soles on the streets of Paris today, and there is cold and hunger and sickness. It will be some time before "Paree" can really be as gay in spirit as she may try to appear on the surface. The Nazis are gone, but the wooden clatter remains. |