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and Lou of the French Beaumont society. They took me to the hotel they had arranged. These people know all about FPs and so whenever anyone comes into Paris from outside they go there knowing that it is both safe and convenient. After getting settled in we decided on a bit of a shopping trip as there were a few things I had forgotten to get. One of these was a pair of white bobby socks for hiking around the Egyptian ruins. So I made the rounds of several of the large department stores trying to get a pair of white bobby socks. Apparently French girls and women just don't wear them. Eventually, on my own, while Lou was interviewing a prospective member, I wandered into a small store of the JC Penney type and started the quest again. La petite sockettes were not available for women but I was led to the garçon (boys) section and found just about what I wanted. Not knowing French boys sizes in relation to American sizes I wanted to try one on to be sure, but "Mon Dieu, Madam, you can't do THAT." So I ended up by guesswork and got a pair. Since they stretched pretty well they worked out nicely. But shopping in France when you don't parlez le français est tres difficile, oui?

That night we had a dinner in a very nice and straight restaurant. Lucy, Françoise, Cathy and Jean and Virginia. Just a bunch of the girls whoop- ing it up. Since a lot of the conversation was in French I was largely on the outside looking in. Next day Lucy and Jean took me to some museums and around. As you can see I just happened to look up in time to see the Eiffel Tower staring to tip over and was able to push it back to the ver- tical. Lou was fortunately able to record this remarkable event for pos- terity and I'm sure the French will forever be grateful to the unknown American woman who managed to save their famous landmark. That night we had a banquet of the French Beaumont Society-about 25 of us in a little restaurant which is also hip to things. We had a couple of MDS present too and also I was able to again meet Marie Andre who runs "AMAHO", an organization which used to try to serve both FPs and TSs but has now agreed to turn over all the FP types to Beaumont. It was a very interesting evening but again Je parle Francais (only) une peu so I was out of most of the conversation.

Friday I was picked up at 9AM and driven to Orly by Lou and Jean and took off for Rome. I killed about 3 hours there between planes and then took off on Yugoslavian Airlines for Dubrovnik. To my surprise I was met at the airport by Sonya (as her brother). She is the only reader we have in Yugoslavia and she had come about 150 miles from her town to Dubrovnik to meet me. We went to the hotel for dinner. That night Sonya dressed in her room and we had a nice visit till about 1 AM. It had taken 10 days pay for her to spend 1 night in that tourist hotel. Next day there

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