European Stars and Stripes (Newspaper) - April 12, 1990, Darmstadt, Hesse                                A Young woman poses with a modern sculpture that occupies the Square in front of the stately Church of St. Custack near the forum Des Hailes. Continued from Page 5 Quot dedicated to True business and Progress a uninterrupted by a lot of antiquated architecture and old statues of dead people. If its Good enough for  Fiat and Esso he says with conviction it should be Good enough for anybody. Quot a lot of people called the Eiffel Tower a Tower of horror when it went up. Now it is accepted. It is Paris. A lot of people did t like the Pyramid a big Glass Structure designed by . Pei at the louvre Entrance. But it works. And now it is Paris. Or the Pompidou a modern Art and culture Center labelled the Quot refinery and the Quot Urban machine Quot for its pipe like exterior. Now it is  Quot la defense will never be Paris Quot scoffs a traditionalist. Quot what it s going to be is a Mecca for muggers. It is multilevel closes Down and becomes totally deserted at dark. It is a real  Paris is changing. And if the architecture of old new Paris arouses Strong emotion romantics trying to find the grand old Paris of their dreams Pine for even some of its snob Bier charms. Quot i have not been insulted once since i be been Here Quot says mrs. Burleigh Bauer of Tarpon Springs fla., who has been visiting Paris for 40 years. Quot i miss the old arrogance. I miss the French Ness. Quot Paris has become too worldly too Many people from too Many places for me. I used to try out my French on them and they would sneer at me  sorry Madam i Don t know what you re talking about. You re totally unintelligible that was a Nice touch. I liked that. They looked Down their noses at me and i loved it. It was  the Romance is gone Quot says her travelling companion Beverly eager. Quot it s become too westernized you know too diluted too much sameness like the United states of Europe and too Money minded. Everything is sky High. It does t smell the same even and i miss it. It used to smell like. Spilt  her fondest memory is of a waiter at a sidewalk cafe who brought out a single huge Ripe red Strawberry with a Stem on it and presented it to her at her table with a Small Bow and a Frenchman s smile. That was essence of Paris. People still arrive in floods to the new Paris looking for the old Paris the old magic the old Romance. Their Paris. Youth. Maybe they re ruining it someone says. But they can t ruin it All and it will take a Long time. There is still enough. Two world wars could t do it maybe the beast called Yuppie the horror of modernity will fail too. You stand on the Bridge of the arts and take a last Long slow look at the Sun rising Over the Seine. The lie de la cite the Island in the River s Middle where Paris All started is like a vast magnificent battleship of architecture sailing along splitting through Bridges with the spire of notre Dame As the Pilot House and the prow aimed toward the Eiffel Tower glowing in the distance. On the Bridge an artist racing to catch the Early Sun finishes setting up. For a moment he stands there crouched like a fighter Brush poised staring toward notre Dame As if waiting for some mysterious signal to paint. Waiting for the magic. To the left of the Cathedral spire the Sun moves. Light filters through shadows shift. The River Burns a Streak of Gold. The artist almost leaps toward his Canvas with Paris on the end of his Brush. It May not be the Way it was say the gods but there is still More than enough for you mortals. 6 stripes Magazine apri 12, 1990