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...lines. There was O.J., menacing and pathetic on the leaked audiotape, a 60-year-old man allegedly staging a geezer commando raid to literally recover his past. The reminiscences, the gray hair, the reduced stakes--it's as if you had reunited the Greatest Generation in 1957 to liberate Luxembourg...
...European Union's Court of First Instance in Luxembourg - Europe's second-highest court - has now upheld the Commission's March 2004 decision that fined Microsoft a record $670 million and ordered the software giant to change its Windows package to make it more modular and compatible with rival systems...
...guidebook to Paris lists the top 10 best places to kiss in the “City of Love,” including Pont Neuf, the Musée Rodin, Montmarte, and the Eiffel Tower. Apparently the writers forgot to mention the Luxembourg Garden. And the line outside my local crêperie stand. Even the moving sidewalk in the Châtelet metro station...
Twentieth century Washington hostesses wielded such political power that they achieved wider public acclaim. Perle Mesta, known as "the hostess with the mostest," became Harry Truman's ambassador to Luxembourg, the inspiration for the Irving Berlin musical Call Me Madam and the subject of a 1949 cover story in this magazine. Bill Clinton posted Pamela Harriman as his ambassador to France. It was the least the President could do for a woman who used her talent for entertaining, and her husband's money, to bring fractious Democrats together in the 1980s, eventually uniting them behind the young Governor of Arkansas...
Spending the Fourth of July in France is an eerie phenomenon for an American, disquieting in its silence, its indifference, its quotidian Frenchness. Absent is the cheesy but stirring spectacle: the miniature U.S. flags, the festooned Uncle Sams, the hot dogs and watermelons, the magnificent fireworks. Sitting in the Luxembourg garden (possibly the most beautiful place in the world) while reading Proust with a cheap but delicious bottle of Bordeaux, glancing up occasionally at kids kicking a soccer ball or the many menageries of pretty French girls, one wouldn’t even know the U.S. existed. Except...