The August sun beat down on the swarming crowds and the dusty trees along the Champs-Elysées. Never had the Folies-Bergère been more crowded. At the Louvre, tourists lined up in long, patient queues to stare at the Victory of Samothrace and the Mona Lisa. Around the Place de la Concorde, traffic whirled wildly as ever, but the license plates on the cars were predominantly Swiss, Italian, German, British, Danish, Dutch and U.S. The chattering voices in the cafes were British, American, Belgian, Germanbut not French. The locals had left the city to the invaders....
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