Word: manors
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...over, but it takes on new meaning when it comes from one of your host country's wealthiest families - and when your temporary "home" is their mansion. The Buyukkusoglu family, who made their fortune in the automotive industry, converted their 48,400-sq-ft (4,500 sq m) modern manor house in Bodrum, Turkey, on the edge of the Aegean Sea into a 12-suite hotel, and in 2007 opened it to paying guests as the Casa Dell'Arte, www.casadellartebodrum.com...
...this 1993 rethinking of the Virginia Woolf novel, Swinton plays Lord Orlando, a gallant 16th century nobleman whom Queen Elizabeth awards a stately manor, on one condition: "Do not fade, do not wither, do not grow old." Over his 400-year life, Orlando is a man, then a woman, then a bit of both - the two sexes evolved into one. Swinton had played men before: she was Mozart in a production of Pushkin's Mozart and Salieri, and in the play and film Man to Man she was a woman in Nazi Germany who assumes her dead husband's identity...
...just days before Easter and housewife Laure Bertini walks the aisles of the Manor supermarket in downtown Geneva, looking for holiday treats. "Chocolate will always be at the top of my shopping list, regardless of the economy," she says, filling her cart with gold-foil-wrapped chocolate bunnies from the Swiss maker Lindt...
...could not ignore the manor. Still, images of Frederick—he had surely perished by now!—swam before her eyes. She wanted to weep for the loss of her love, but could only tremble at the awfulness of her and Frederick’s sin. Fire had cleansed him of his guilt; he would suffer no longer, knowing that the euphoria they had felt had not been sent from on high but from the fiery pits below. But she would continue wandering this world, scrubbing pots in others’ kitchens, emptying chamber pots in others?...
...turned back toward the manor. One turret had already crumbled, groaning, to the ground. Flames leapt from every window and door—hellish orifices in neat rows. The entire roof of the great hall was a liquid pool of red and yellow. On and on it burned. Within her, another fire lapped ravenously, unforgivingly against the inner walls of her being, threatening to consume her. A rafter fell with an explosion, and Roxanna lifted her hands to shield her face. But then she stilled, staring down with horror at her once ethereally white hands. They were black with soot...