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...when the city's drabness overcame them. Rumania stands in warm counterpoint-from the white sand beaches of Mamaia on the Black Sea, where 30 well-appointed new tourist hotels stand, to the clean, well-lighted cafés of Bucharest's Boulevard Magheru, where one can sip sweet Pinot Noir or bitter Turkish coffee. Fully 200,000 Western tourists visited Rumania last year, and a quarter as many again will go there...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Eastern Europe: The Third Communism | 3/18/1966 | See Source »

...nervous like a race horse," agrees Rubinstein. "I can only do some silly thing?sip orange juice, cut my nails, make a little exercise on the piano. But once I pass the door on to the stage, all my energies get together and I become as quiet as possible. I always look for my receiver at the beginning of a concert. I sincerely believe in magnetic emanations?ESP, mediums?all of it. Once I find my receiver?it can be anyone, a sexy young girl, an old man?I play to him. The rest of the audience assists...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Pianists: The Undeniable Romantic | 2/25/1966 | See Source »

...Seville, bull breeders in flat-brimmed hats still sip cognac in sidewalk cafés, and aging horses still pull ancient carriages along streets lined with orange trees toward the world's largest Gothic cathedral. But across the Guadalquivir, tens of thousands of spinning bobbins turn raw cotton and wool into finished fabric in one of Europe's largest textile plants. In the main square of Cordoba, an Arab caliphate for 250 years, a transcribed electric guitar chimes the hour in flamenco rhythm. In Bilbao, shipyards work round the clock to keep pace with orders for merchant vessels...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Spain: The Awakening Land | 1/21/1966 | See Source »

Clearly in her element, she looked slightly peeved when the telephone interrupted our conversation, for the visionary moment was lost as she plunged into rapid dialogue about an immediate problem. When she hung up the receiver, she took a sip of her scotch and soda, turned to me smiling, and said, "Now, where were we?" Then she plunged into a series of questions concerning the world situation...

Author: By Darcy Pinkerton, | Title: Lady Jackson | 11/19/1965 | See Source »

...Algerian people, they received the news of Ben Bella's fall with apathy. Men gathered in cafés to sip thick coffee and mint tea; stores and shops opened for business as usual. By afternoon, soldiers with submachine guns had turned back to the city's police the job of directing traffic, and Algiers dozed beneath a cloudless sky and enervating heat...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Algeria: A Crash of Glass | 6/25/1965 | See Source »

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