A slim black Citroën sped along the road that winds north from Naples, across the Pontine Marshes and on to Rome. In it sat the Premier of France, encased in a dark grey overcoat; at his side was his wife Lily, with whom he had just spent a needed but rainswept four-day holiday in the village of Positano.
Pierre Mendès-France, the unresting, was headed for conferences with Italian Premier Scelba and Germany's Chancellor Adenauer. It was international fence-mending week. The Italians, who had a list of 72 minor questions to settle with the...
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