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...bilingual guide highlighting 50 of the best outdoor dining spots in the city. Authors Simon Roger and Sylvain Ageorges use three implacable criteria: "quiet, nearly invisible, and yet in the middle of Paris." Thus, writes Roger, it's "too bad for the famous sidewalk cafés of the Boulevard Saint-Germain" - this guide has something finer in mind...
...rumbles through small villages. Not long ago, the base's access road was a dirt track where Abu Sayyaf fighters came and went freely, using the dense rainforest as a retreat or as cover for ambushes; the main road through this part of the island was known as the Boulevard of Death. Now the road to the base is lined with houses, and local people wave at the passing troops. Sabban points out with relish that the Army camp is on land owned by an Abu Sayyaf member and near the spot where Janjalani was killed. In the forest shadows...
...Downey got married, had a son, Indio, now 14, and separated from his wife, and then it got ugly. In 1996 he was arrested driving his Porsche naked down Sunset Boulevard, throwing "imaginary rats" out of his window. Another night, he mistook a neighbor's house for his own and fell asleep in a child's bedroom. His life was a series of court dates and drug relapses. In 2000 he got caught in a hotel room with cocaine and a Wonder Woman costume. After another arrest a few months later, Downey was written out of Ally McBeal...
...they think they can get away with it. One final highlight, “The Fox,” doesn’t blend into the monotony. Sparse drumbeats and a wandering bass line make for a very original interplay with a vibratto-heavy guitar (think “Boulevard of Broken Dreams,” but less cheesy). “The Fox” manages to convey a sense of foreboding thanks in part to the haunting cello, which is quite a relief after so much uniform distortion. The album closes with a mediocre lullaby about love...
...issues and adversaries were much different from today's, but the dispute was perhaps more rancorous. In the 1970s, the stucco box on Sunset Boulevard that housed the Comedy Store was a nightly practice field for up-and-coming comics who would troop onstage to hone their material, try out new jokes - and hope to get seen by the agents, managers and talent scouts who were regular clubgoers. The club's owner, Mitzi Shore - a pretty, petite brunet with a whiny, Roseanne-like voice who had inherited the Comedy Store in a divorce from comedian Sammy Shore - viewed the place...