Once upon the Champs-Elysees, every girl had bee-stung lips and hips, and hair that could tumble into a pavilion of sex. With a kind of languorous felinity, all those women looked like the perfect tense of the verb avoir. The storied avenue might as well have been called the Rue Bardot.
Now it is the Rue Ye-Ye. The versatile Parisiennes have changed. Three looks parade where one held dominance before, since the new female icons of France are three competitive teen-aged rock-'n'-roll singers whose fans scream the French transliteration of "yeah, yeah" at them whenever they sing. One called Sheila...
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