European Stars and Stripes (Newspaper) - April 12, 1990, Darmstadt, Hesse                                Apr i in Paris top a guitarist is silhouetted by a Street Light in the latin Quarter. Above a sleepy Vendor yawns in a metro station. At right a moving Fountain near the Pompidou Center. Scourge of forgetful writers. Resembling outdoor bomb shelters these Public conveniences Are stationed along the boulevards at timely intervals waiting for the 2-franc fix. Let it be publicly stated that inside the modern bomb shelter toilet there is no shelf or other place to put Down what one might be holding in one s hands except the floor. This scribbler was holding a lot of things in his hands including a fat yellow notebook stuffed full of Likely award winning notes now gone forever. One of the features of the modern bomb shelter toilet and another sign of Progress is that As the thick metallic door closes behind you loud squawk music instantly Blats Forth drowning concentration. So Strong is the desire to escape from this Cla strophic sound Booth that the scribbler rushes out into the night. Too late he remembers his great stuff notebook. Just As the door closes a red Light flashes on with the words a ours service. Out of service. How could that be the scribbler scrapes his fingernails at the door Bangs pushes and be speeches the great Toilette gods to be Nice and open up but they callously won t. Repeated visits to the Toilette in the night earns the same response a ours service. A visit at Midnight. Ours service. At 2 . Ours service. At 7 . Ours service. Finally a French Public servant explains that these modern toilets sanitize themselves after each use they turn upside Down and All that was up goes Down Down. Honore de Balzac could t have put it any better. Which is Why dear Reader this Story could t end on a happier note. Don Tate staff writer april 12, 1990 stripes Magazine it