Later we piled into her car and cinched our seatbelts as she dove directly into the six-lane traffic tornado which constantly swirls around the Arc de Triomphe. Wedged into a backseat corner, our photographer filmed an avalanche of near misses as Francoise calmly narrated the rules of the Parisian road. We have a priority on the right. Next we featured France's Alsace. Standing on the German border like a flower-child referee, Alsace changes hands after each war.
Restaurants serve sauerkraut with fine sauces.
The people actually speak a dialect of German called Alsatian. Many family names are German, but in the wake of World War II, parents preferred French first names. Maurice Flatz, Monique Freudenstadt, Domenique Freyburger. In Reims our script called for building a Gothic cathedral out of 13 people. 13 strapping French lads happy to earn a quick 100 francs each.