I also remember La Galette, vaguely. John Nuese, my roommate in Cambridge in early '63, told me there was a large cannon in the basement of the place, with a live shell lodged in it. They managed to get the cannon out safely, and took it up to Cornwall, where they planned to fire the shell to remove the danger. However, as they were about to fire it, Nuese's father noticed they were aiming it directly at the Appalachian Trail. Don't know what happened after that.