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...food. For most visitors this means a few fine meals at a restaurant, but if you're in a mood to probe deeper, go where the locals get the finest ingredients of their cuisine - one of the city's 65 food markets. To experience a classic market, visit the Rue de Lévis, a busy market street in the sedate 17th arrondissement (9 a.m.-7 p.m. daily, closed Monday and Sunday afternoons; Metro: Villiers), where vendors offering cheese, roast chicken and mounds of seasonal fruits and vegetables are nestled among bakeries, clothing stores and wine specialists. Now that autumn...
...experience a classic market, visit the Rue de L?vis, a busy market street in the sedate 17th arrondissement (9 a.m.-7 p.m. daily, closed Monday and Sunday afternoons; Metro: Villiers), where vendors offering cheese, roast chicken and mounds of seasonal fruits and vegetables are nestled among bakeries, clothing stores and wine specialists. Now that autumn is upon us, the stalls are filled with squash, delicate mushrooms and soft purple figs...
...giant windows. L'Esplanade is theirs too, the only café on the magnificent Esplanade des Invalides. If you're in the fashion business, you eat lunch at l'Avenue, which holds down what may be the most chic intersection in the world: the corner of Avenue Montaigne and Rue François I. The restaurant that sprawls over most of the Hôtel Costes' lobby on Rue St.-Honoré is where you eat if you're French and you're famous, period. Yves Saint Laurent dines in the atrium twice a week. Isabelle Adjani, Catherine Deneuve...
...found the knees to be the most unattractive part of a woman's body and insisted that all skirts fall just below. Of course, in 1966, while Pierre Cardin and Paco Rabanne dominate the fashion headlines, Chanel can't stop guests at her haute couture show at the rue Cambon salon in Paris from displaying lots of leg. (The only woman pictured who isn't holding up the house's tweed tradition is Barbra Streisand, far left...
...hill that has their horses stumbling so badly they are "no more able to stand than if they had been shod on skates," he later recalls. But they talk for hours on end, mutually smitten. Back in Philadelphia, he responds to her first letter with rhapsody and rue: the northeast wind "is the gaiest wind," he writes, because it brought her promised kisses mingled with snowflakes, as "pure as your virgin innocence, white as your lovely bosom...