The French finally have a president with some cajones:

Leaping aboard their vessel, he grabbed a camera and harangued the offending snappers in French. His wonderful wife, Cécilia, a former model, acted as interpreter for her voluble husband. The American photographers beat one of the few retreats the yanks have ever made in front of the French, but not before taking pictures of a finger-wagging “Super-Sarko” that instantly went round the world. Paris-Match would have been proud of them.

And if I may engage in some Republican snark, It shouldn’t be surprising that the American Press are the ones who want to surrender at the first signs of opposition.