The last paragraph does indicate a degree of personal animus, however:
Unlike the Obamas in Paris, the Sarkozys accepted an invitation to dine in the White House, joining the first couple in the residence for a private dinner. And the two leaders, perhaps the hatchet finally buried, left the stage together, with Mr. Obama's arm draped around the shoulder of his smiling French counterpart.A rather forced smile in response to such a naked signal of dominance, I suspect. I wonder how Michelle and Carla got along? Cleopatra's nose springs to mind.