No Americans in France

摘要

After traversinga mountain path 6,000 feet up in the Swiss Alps last week, where cows with clunky bells far outnumbered people, I stumbled into a bare-bones restaurant-and was shocked to see a college classmate whom I hadn't seen in at least 15 years. The surprise wasn't so much that I saw someone I knew-we all have tales of extremely random encounters in out-of-the-way places. Rather, it was that I ran into an American at all.