Western Europe might lie almost defenseless under the shadow of Red guns, but some members of European society, at least, were carrying on bravely. Egypt's King Farouk, for one, moved serenely northward through France's peaceful summer landscape. Traveling incognito as Fuad Pasha Masri (Fuad-the-Egyptian) in a glittering train of seven Cadillacs with motorcycle outriders, while his private plane hopped along beside him from one airfield to the next, he startled hotel managers by arriving unannounced in the middle of the night and demanding 22 rooms for himself and staff. (At Lyons he complained that the beds were too small.) His destination:...
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