I have to share this little tale because I think it is a most definite sign of improving foreign relations. The other night I was headed home. It was pretty late and I got off the train at Gare du Nord - which can be a rather dubious area of Paris. Walking along a narrow side street, I found myself approached from out of the shadows. This figure started to walk with me. Before he could open his mouth with his advance, I stopped in my tracks - he stopped too, and I turned to face him. He looked at me in his big, puffy down jacket, with his sideways hat and gold chain around his neck. I smiled, a big toothy grin, and said "Obama!" I stuck my hand in the air positioned for a high five. His smile matched mine as he gave me a high five worthy of American distinction. It was cool after that. We walked along, talked and laughed for a bit. He was surprised I was American and when I told him I was married and heading home, he told me to have a great night, and headed back in the direction we had come from. Merci Obama.
And...because she is so delightful and says this every time she sees a picture of him, here is Marguerite:
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Yes, Merci Monsieur Obama!
oh, this video brings such a smile to my face! i hope you and marguerite enjoy bartholomew and leopold--it makes me oh so happy to think of you reading those tales.
God bless Obama! Even if saving this country seems hopeless, I am every thankful he saved my baby!
Rosie
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