When Carol Heiss arrived in Paris from Ozone Park, N.Y. to defend her world figure skating title for the second time, she suffered from a bad cold and was unable to accept any dates to go on the celebrated town. Then the rigorous training regimen began and her coach decided there should be nothing but work for Carol until she won the championship. A fortnight ago Carol won it in spectacular fashion and at last saw Paris. Although the day was drear and rainy she gaily inspected several fashionable boutiques, lunched in a bistro (steak and pommes frites) where she cautiously sampled both a red and a white wine. She went to the opera, ate her very first oyster (she didn't particularly like it) and supped late in the food market district of Les Halles (soupe √† l'oignon gratinée). Carol's judgment of Paris: "Magnifique." Which was Paris' judgment of Carol.
Striding triumphantly up the Champs-Elysées as though in a musical comedy, Carol momentarily brings traffic to a halt, an inconvenience any Frenchman worthy of his gallantry would gladly suffer for a pretty girl. The bad weather, hélas, prevented her from seeing the Eiffel Tower, Montmartre and Saint-Germain des Prés.
In Carven's, Carol tries on a new shade of lipstick, compliments of the boutique. She was also presented with a bottle of perfume, although she rarely uses any.
In Dior's, delighted Carol tries on a hat from the Dior-Saint Laurent spring collection. She was greatly impressed by the tr√®s chic décor and the elegant models.
Oohing over a Dior-Saint Laurent dress, Carol cannot suppress her enchantment. She was complimented by the fashion writers, incidentally, for her tasteful, nontheatrical skating costumes.
Looking over a skate before packing, Carol checks the blade edge. She is presently engaged in a 20-day skating tour of London, D√ºsseldorf, Cologne and Vienna.