A silken ribbon, taut and quivering, stretched last week across the end of the Boulevard Haussmann. Blue-capped Parisian policemen held back a crowd . . .
At last a plump, genial old man in a frock coat and a tall hat arrived. He took a pair of gold scissors from a pretty girl and began portentously to cut the ribbon.
"Regarde, ma petite!" said a svelte woman in the crowd to her fur-clad infant. "That is the President of France who dedicates the opening after 70 years of the magnificent Boulevard Haussmann."
Laughing, eager, the...