all optimistic, still-to-become-famous, young artists. They were a mixed group held together by strong bonds of friendship, with similar hopes for the future, the same sentiments on life and love, and, above all, a profound love for Paris. Yet tonight, with Spring in the air, friendship was not quite enough, The unity of the group was weakened it was divided into couples, too selfish in love to give their thoughts to others. It was not a night to converse deeply to solve all the world's probIt was a night for love and

lems over a glass of wine. laughter.

Couples arm in arm

Vicky looked out onto the sidewalk. strolled by heedless of the chill of the night air. She recognized many faces. Paris is like a grouping of many small cities. People know each other; they nod and greet familiar faces as they pass in the crowd. Ono can feel at home in Paris as in no other large city in the world. In New York City one sees millions of vague faces; one is lost in the crowd passing in silence. In Paris one smiles and speaks to familiar faces; everyone is a neighbor. Vicky saw the French-American couple who lived upstairs the ones with the adorable, completely bilingual, little boy. And there was the girl whom Vicky often saw walking alone. A young girl who walked alone, loving Paris, knowing that one must wander the streets to really feel and know the heart of the city. Vicky saw her many times each day She was always alone, always walking. protably American, although her clothes tapered black slacks and duffle coat looked French, and she wore her beautiful dark hair long and uncurled, Parisian style. The girl looked into the cafe and smiled quietly to Vicky. She did not stop but continued walking slowly up the brightly lit boulevard. Vicky followed her with her eye s until she was lost from sight in the flowing orowd.

Vicky and her friends left the cafe of words and walked up the Boulevard Montparnasse to the cafe of music in the Hotel des Etats-Unis. They sat down in the smoky cafe filled to overflowing with an excited crowd. The entire room seemed to sway to the throbbing rhythm of the fivepiece jazz band. Dancing was prohibited in the crowded room. However, downstairs outside the rest rooms if one can call them by such a luxurious name was an area large enough for dan oing. A couple of Vicky's friends