Word: rues
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...twenty/ No use to talk to me.” Then there is a stanza break, and: “‘The heart out of the bosom/ Was never given in vain;/ ’Tis paid with sighs a plenty/ And sold for endless rue.’/ And I am two-and-twenty,/ And oh, ’tis true, ’tis true.” It was all there, our overwrought, blinding grief, our callowness, our heartbreak that was no less real for all of that...
GENEVA Conservative Swiss women are rushing to Celine on the Rue du Rhone to check out the black-and-white tweed Ella ($1,210), inspired by style icons like Audrey Hepburn...
...Parisian jeweler Louis-Francois Cartier took over a work-shop on the Rue Montorgueil and sold antique bronzes, jewelry and watches. He hit the jackpot--and attracted the attention of the century's new tycoons. His three grandsons later joined the business, opening more shops in Paris, London and New York City. (One brother famously traded a string of rare pearls and $100 for a mansion on Manhattan's Fifth Avenue.) No order was too extravagant: Cartier created 27 tiaras for people attending the coronation of King Edward VII in 1902. King Farouk of Egypt had solid-gold toothpicks specially...
...That mix is best encountered at La Refuge, tel: (223) 223 3799. It has no street address, so taxi drivers might have trouble finding it. So listen out for the chocolate-smooth, Cuban rumba drifting out from the rutted lanes, a stone's throw from the Rue N'Tomicorobougou. At La Refuge, in a courtyard lit by a lone fluorescent strip, middle-aged couples dance beneath a huge Sahelian moon. Neighborhood goats wander past. And a Malian band, replete with tom-tom, lilting flute and wheelchair-bound keyboardist, will likely be crooning in Portuguese about "Comandante Che Guevara...
...mosaic of traditional genres. That mix is best encountered at La Refuge, tel: (223) 223 3799. It has no street address, so taxi drivers might have trouble finding it. Listen out for the chocolate-smooth Cuban rumba drifting out from the rutted lanes, a stone's throw from the Rue N'Tomicorobougou. At La Refuge, in a courtyard lit by a lone fluorescent strip, middle-aged couples dance beneath a huge Sahelian moon. Neighborhood goats wander past. And a Malian band, replete with tom-tom, lilting flute and wheelchair-using keyboardist, will likely be crooning in Portuguese about "Comandante...