Resplendent in their plumed helmets royal-blue jackets and white breeches' the Garde Republicaine stood in formation outside the Elysee Palace As the distinguished visitor approached trumpets blared forth a fanfare, and dozens of swords swirled in salute But the arrival was not the customary motorcade-and-siren sort of thing. Harold Wilson had come from the British embassy on foot down the Rue St. Honore and there he was: hatless, in rumpled suit, hands in pockets, pipe in mouth, t was a fitting prelude for a meeting between the socialist from Yorkshire and the...
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