First Lady Michelle Obama and daughters Sasha and Malia arrived in Paris, France Friday and took in a tour of the Eiffel Tower. Saturday they will be participating in D-Day commemorations, honoring the day the Allies began the liberation Nazi-occupied France, furthering the Franco-American love affair. You know America and France. We love each other. We hate each other. But never enough to actually go to blows because … we lurve each other.
More pictures after the jump.
I’ve always been fascinated by our relationship as the French were among our few friends when we were fighting for our independence from Great Britain. Sure, some of that (or a lot of that) was because Britain was their long-time enemy. But the French invented Democracy and we were all crazy about it and became all crazy about each other. And nothing like freeing you from Nazis that’ll make you want to make love all night long. There have been some peaks and valleys in the relationship (um … Freedom fries? Really?) but I hate it when we fight. I prefer it this way with the French cooing and cheering at our leader and his family as opposed to burning them in effigy. Both of us engaged in the grand ritual of lots of praise and fawning with our tongues down each others throats with only the occasional biting comment. (Usually out of some mixture of desire and jealousy.) That’s how Franco-American relations are supposed to be.