"Who brought me to this forlorn place?" goes an old Vietnamese song about exile. It was hardly an apt description of the scene in Paris last week when South Vietnamese expatriates celebrated Viet Nam's National Day at the Maison de I'Amerique Latine. Consul General Nguyen Huu Tan, dressed in tails, greeted the guests, who drank bottle after bottle of cold champagneMoet et Chandon 1949, Brut Imperial the best. Along the Left Bank, the North Vietnamese were throwing their own ball at the headquarters of their diplomatic delegation. Not a bad life for...
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