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...months before he shot himself to death in the summer of 1890, Vincent Van Gogh was in and out of the asylums at Aries and Saint-Rémy. Released, he traveled to Auvers-sur-Oise near Paris and stayed at a café owned by a couple named Ravoux. There he painted a lucid portrait of the couple's 16-year-old daughter before he lapsed into the madness that took his life. Portrait de Mademoiselle Ravoux survived, was bought in 1921 for $20,000, along with two other Van Gogh works, by a sharp-eyed Pennsylvania clergyman...
...only one singer: Amália Rodrigues. Last week, at the behest of Conductor Andre Kostelanetz, she made her U.S. concert debut with the New York Philharmonic as part of its summer Promenades series. Singing fado in the rich expanse of Philharmonic Hall-with the audience sitting at café tables sipping champagne and munching Fritos-seemed as out of place as singing spirituals in a salon. But no matter. The slight, darkly beautiful Amalia created her own special atmosphere. She put on her black shawl and, backed by four guitars, filled the hall with her smoky voice, tossing...
...cold Wyborowa vodka at the Krokodyl, or simply stare at the Vistula when the city's drabness overcame them. Rumania stands in warm counterpoint-from the white sand beaches of Mamaia on the Black Sea, where 30 well-appointed new tourist hotels stand, to the clean, well-lighted cafés of Bucharest's Boulevard Magheru, where one can sip sweet Pinot Noir or bitter Turkish coffee. Fully 200,000 Western tourists visited Rumania last year, and a quarter as many again will go there...
AMALIA RODRIGUEZ, one of Portugal's most marketable exports, is queen of the lemon-flavored café song known as fado. (Fado literally means fate and is always cruel.) Amalia's new album, called the Soul of Portugal (Columbia), contains a dozen fados (Corner of Sin, Useless Angel), similar in mood to Edith Piaf's chansons but stamped with Portuguese rhythms and Amalia's tangy timber...
Affixed to a wall, the marble belly but ton, an omphalos with oomph, looks like a poached ostrich egg with the yel low plucked out. Leaflets shaped like navels showered from rooftops. As the crowd finally repaired to a popular café for disrepair, the mayor turned to a bystander and whispered: "I just don't understand why this thing had so much success...