enjoyed it all except our first introduction to European toilet paper. Its like our crepe paper and is about as gentle as grandpas old corncob. That night we went to the famous Carousel which to my mind is hard- ly worth it and is certainly not as nice as it was in 1958. Its small, crowded, smoke filled and, as everywhere, the music while waiting for the show is so overwhelming that we could hardly have a conversa- tion. The show itself was fine however and the "artists" (pronounced arteests) were good, well costumed and interesting. When the first show was over some of them came into the audience and as many of them are members of "AMAHO” and so was Rene, he knew some of them and motioned them over and we had a little conversation with several. Got a program autographed by 6 or 8 of them. One paid me a supreme compliment by being surprised when I revealed that I was a TV as she had taken me for a GG. When you can fool one of those performers I guess you've got it made. Well we finally made it to bed at 3 a.m. that night.

July 3. Rene took us to Notre Dame, and the Louve. I was interested to note both here, in the Palace of the Medicis in Florence and the British Museum that all of the female sculptures and paintings by the classic masters had relatively small breasts which is in such contrast to the current American fixation on big bosoms. It made me feel much better to have a classic figure like Venus or Aphrodite or? Think I'll quit while I'm ahead. We also went shopping to look over the merchandise. In spite of its being Paris the lingerie, shoes and dresses didn't have anything to offer over what is available over here. We did learn that the lot of the large footed French TV is worse than over here. We went into 3 different stores trying to find some 10Cs which we finally determined was Rene's size. Being the girl in the party I could look for them without trouble but they just weren't to be found.

That evening we were taken to dinner by Mlle. Marie and had a very interesting dinner and evening. The communication was rather strained since Rene had to be the interpreter. She only speaks French. It developed that she (according to her story) was a captain in the French Maquis (resistance) during the war and that she had been cap- tured by the Germans who experimented on her by large injections of female hormones. I would say that they were largely successful too judging by the exterior appearance. Anyway I finally got her to admit that she was a TS and would like to have surgery as soon as some family problems were resolved. She asked me if I would consent to be the international president of an organization of transsexuals. It was rather difficult to turn this down graciously through an interpreter but

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