Word: bistro
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...Paris critics. Her latest flick, Le Repos du Guerrier (The Warrior's Rest), directed by ex-Husband Roger Vadim, was lavishly lauded as her best bedtime story to date. To celebrate, she and her constant consort, Actor Sami Frey, 27, buzzed off to a Right Bank bistro to nuzzle the night away, touching off a spate of speculation in the Parisian press that Brigitte might, for Sami, convert to Judaism. ∙ ∙ ∙ As Russian Ambassador Anatoly Dobrynin, 52, told it to a select little clique gathered to watch the Bolshoi Ballet troupe at the Metropolitan Opera House...
...that's not worth the moonlight at Maubeuge"-and put them to music. At first, hearing the song, the Maubeugeois felt insulted, but as crowds of the curious began to visit the town, shopkeepers and bistro owners changed their tune. Crescent-shaped lights were strung over the streets; shop windows were filled with moon-shaped cookies, sausages, souvenir pigeon baskets and ashtrays. Mayor Pierre Forest made Songwriter Perrin an honorary citizen; and last week the city tidied up after a nine-day festival that naturally featured the song, Moonlight at Maubeuge, and drew a crowd of 150,000. Unbelievably...
...male Edith Piaf of France. Like Piaf, he is slight, darkly sad-eyed, and sings and looks as if he were in mourning for his life. In this movie, Aznavour sings nary a note. He plays Charlie Koller, a shy honky-tonk piano tinkler in a demimonde bistro, who has a great deal to be mournful about...
...Charlie's present is no happier than his past. A couple of his brothers, both criminals, entangle him in a caper, and though Charlie escapes with his life, gunmen riddle his lovely and adoring mistress (Marie du Bois). At film's end, Charlie is back at the bistro, and the moral, if any, seems to be that shooting the piano player might, at least, put the poor devil out of his misery...
...Hotel George Cinq, at Moustache's fragrant bistro on the Left Bank, and at the Hotel Californian bar, Parisians and Americans alike were equally incredulous. New York Herald Tribune (and 130 other papers) Columnist Art Buchwald was going home soon. From 3,000 miles across the Atlantic, Columnist Drew Pearson told an inside-out story: Tribune Publisher John Hay Whitney, still smarting at the loss of Subscriber John F. Kennedy (TIME, June 8), planned to cock Buchwald like a cannon straight at the Administration. Pearson was wrong. "I made my decision to go to Washington before the White House...