J'Aime le Peuple Americain: Francois Mitterand

Champignon and all, Mitterrand is wowed by the U.S.

Behind his back, some of his entourage called him "the candidate." There was the somber and fastidious President of France, barnstorming across the U.S. last week like a practiced old pol. He rapped about jazz in the South, cradled a squealing suckling pig in the Midwest, shook hands with demonstrators in the West, and pressed Legion of Honor medals on every mayor he met. He barely speaks a word of English, but it hardly mattered. When Fran├žois Mitterrand gushed, "J'aime le peuple Americain," everybody got...

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