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A FRENCH FOURTH
Charles Trueheart1 Along about this time every year, as Independence Day approaches, I pull an old American flag out of a bottom drawer where it is folded away - folded in a square, I admit, not the regulation triangle. I’ve had it a long time and have always flown it outside on July 4. Here in Paris it hangs from a fourth-floor balcony visible from the street. I’ve never seen anyone look up, but in my mind’s eye an American tourist may notice it and smile, and a French passerby may be reminded of the date and the occasion that prompt its appearance. I hope so.