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Passing acquaintances collide in a moment of transcendent passion.They look at each other shyly and touch tenderly during their Pariscinq a sept, exchange some existential thoughts under exquisitechandeliers, and  tant pis  go their separate ways.
Sarko, back to Carla Bruni. Obama, forward to Gordon Brown. A Manand a Man. All it needed was a lush score and Claude Lelouch.
Even for Sarkozy the American, who loves everything in our culturefrom Sylvester Stallone to Gloria Gaynor, it was a wild gush over anew Washington crush.
Sarko is right and Barack is left. One had a Jewish grandfather,the other a Muslim one. The French president is a frenetic bumpercar; the Illinois senator is, as he said of the king of Jordan'sMercedes 600, "a smooth ride."
But the son of a Hungarian, who picked a lock to break into theFrench ruling class, embraced a fellow outsider and child of animmigrant who had also busted into the political aristocracy with aforeign-sounding name.
After 200,000 people thronged to see Obama at the Victory Column inBerlin, christening him "Redeemer" and "Savior," it turned outSarko was also Obamarized, as the Germans were calling themesmerizing effect.
"You must want a cigarette after that," I teased the candidateafter the amorous joint press conference, as he flew from Paris toLondon for the finale of his grand tour.
"I think we could work well together," he said of Sarko, smilingbroadly.
He did not get to meet his fan, Carla Bruni. "She wasn't there," hesaid. "Which I think disappointed all my staff. That was the onlything they were really interested in."
He admitted showing "extraordinarily poor judgment" in leavingParis after only a few hours. Watching Paris recede from behind thefrosted glass of his limo was "a pretty good metaphor" for howconstricted his life has become, he said, compared with his studentdays tramping around Europe with "a feeling of complete freedom."
"But the flip side is that I deeply enjoy the work," he said, "soit's a trade-off."
How do you go back to the Iowa farm after you've seen Paree?
"One of the values of this trip for me was to remind me of whatthis campaign should be about," he said. "It's so easy to getsucked into day-to-day, tit-for-tat thinking, finding some cleverretort for whatever comment your opponent made. And then I thinkI'm not doing my job, which should be to raise up some bigimportant issues."
I asked how his "Citizen of the World" tour will go down inSteubenville, Ohio.
"There will probably be some backlash," he said. "I'm a bigbeliever that if something's good, then there's a bad to it, andvice versa. We had a good week. That always inspires the press toknock me down a peg."
He thinks most people recognize that "there is a concrete advantageto not only foreign leaders, but foreign populations liking theAmerican president, because it makes it easier for Sarkozy to sendtroops into Afghanistan if his voting base likes the UnitedStates."
How does he like the McCain camp mocking him as "The One"?
"Even if you start believing your own hype, which I rarely do,things'll turn on you pretty quick anyway," he said. "I have afairly steady temperament that has at times been interpreted as,Oh, he's sort of too cool.' But it's not real."
Obama kept his cool through a week where he was treated as a crossbetween the Dalai Lama and Johnny Depp.
A private prayer he left in the holy Western Wall in Jerusalem wassnatched out by a student at a Jewish seminary and published in alocal newspaper. In Berlin, the tabloid Bild sent an attractiveblond reporter to stalk Obama at the Ritz-Carlton gym as heexercised with his body man, Reggie Love. She then wrote atell-all, enthusing, "I'm getting hot, and not from the workout,"and concluding, "What a man."
Obama marveled: "I'm just realizing what I've got to becomeaccustomed to. The fact that I was played like that at the gym. Doyou remember The Color of Money' with Paul Newman? And ForestWhitaker is sort of sitting there, acting like he doesn't know howto play pool. And then he hustles the hustler. She hustled us. Wewalk into the gym. She's already on the treadmill. She looks likejust an ordinary German girl. She smiles and sort of waves, shyly,but doesn't go out of her way to say anything. As I'm walking out,she says: Oh, can I have a picture? I'm a big fan.' Reggie takesthe picture."
I ask him if he found it a bit creepy that she described hisT-shirt as smelling like "fabric softener with spring scent."
He looked nonplused: "Did she describe what my T-shirt smelledlike?"
Being a Citizen of the World has its downsides.