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...party. A drop-dead-gorgeous crowd was tangoing away in a makeshift, open-air amphitheater. Nearby, a multiethnic group was doing the merengue. Hundreds of others were tucking into picnics by the river as a full moon rose in a cloudless sky. Much later that night, after a perfect fish soup in the Place des Vosges, I walked into the narrow passages of the Marais district and stumbled upon an impromptu block party. Someone had set up a sound system on the sidewalk, and the street was packed with people--straight and gay, young and old, black and white--dancing...
...painting Totes Meer (Dead Sea, 1940-41). As in the earlier The Shore, the land is on the right, holding back "waves" made up of wings and fuselage. The metal sea, in his characteristic icy green, stretches to low, dark-red hills. In a verdant sky hangs the waning moon. The Battle of Germany (1944) is almost totally abstract. The coastline, as seen from a bomber, is evaporating in multicolored smoke. While bearing witness to events, he remained possessed by the English countryside, recording over and over again the wooded hilltops outside Oxford known as the Wittenham Clumps - the Nashes...
...party. A drop-dead-gorgeous crowd was tangoing away in a makeshift, open-air amphitheater. Nearby, a multiethnic group was doing the merengue. Hundreds of others were tucking into picnics by the river as a full moon rose in a cloudless sky. Much later that night, after a perfect fish soup in the Place des Vosges, I walked into the narrow passages of the Marais district and stumbled upon an impromptu block party. Someone had set up a sound system on the sidewalk, and the street was packed with people - straight and gay, young and old, black and white - dancing...
...time given)—Officers responded to report from the owner of the Gypsy Moon on Mass. Ave., who claimed that sometime between 5 p.m. on July 6 and 10 a.m. on July 7, an unknown suspect keyed the front window of the front store...
...object of his brisk movement was over the moon. "I did it," screamed a woman stamping her feet. "I did it." Her friends crowded around her. "Don't wash that hand ever," said one." Another chimed in: "Don't wash it until his term is over...