There was a delightful informality about the. potentate's visit to President Loubet at Rambouillet. He lunched with the President and drove round the park with him, M. Loubet keeping up the conversation while the Shah, who is understood to understand French pretty well, kept his end by a judicious use of the few words ho is able to pronounce without danger of being misunderstood. Then they drove to the station, where the Shah and the President sat on a bench and smoked cigarettes. It was a fine opportunity for the camera fiends. Knowing the Shah's little weakness the
Minister for Foreign Affairs found police gare them a clear field. The himself in the way and obligingly stepped on one side. The Shah and the President smiled amiably, there was a dropping fire of clicks from the camera shutters, and the Rambouillet gendarme gazed with respect on the operators thus privileged to do as they pleased with two groat men sitting on a bench in a country railway jon. When the train arrived and the hah took leave of his host, the snapshotting was fast and furious, and some of the photographers even crawled under the carriages in their determination to Jet nothing escape them. The station master tried to clear them out of th way, but they replied, with much dignity, that' they were working for history, and the President's secretary lifted them to the seventh heaven by asking them for prints, The Shab, not having had his Siesta, slept peacefully all the way back to Paris.
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