Word: stuccoed
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Aubelin Jolicoeur lives here in a stucco house that looks out over a garden. As the sun sets behind his terrace, the bougainvillea, like a tropical cliche, begins to cast its mysterious evening shadows. "The government absolutely believes in elections," says Jolicoeur, whom Greene immortalized in The Comedians in the character of the vicious -- but charming -- Petit Pierre. He sips at his champagne. "Why, Bill called me in just this morning," he says, referring to General Regala. "All he could talk about was elections, elections, elections. For three hours. He asked me to begin a series of profiles...
Kellie was gunned down just five blocks from the neatly manicured, stucco home in south central where she lived with her mother Irene, 36, and her grandparents. Now all that remains of her is the silver-framed picture on the mantel and the bedroom her mother will not touch. Kellie was an only child. "We were best friends," says Irene, sitting in her daughter's room beneath the pictures of cover girls still taped to the wall...
...year after she turned from oils to lint, Barron was divorced and, she says, happily so. The last stop in the peripatetic life of a military wife was Long Beach, and there she settled in a stucco house with a cedar-shake roof, palms and jacarandas along the street, rosebushes and jasmines running along the fence. From this base she would attain a master's in fine arts, a job teaching at nearby Brooks College and a world of lint. Friends, neighbors, students began to save...
More than 200 guests trooped up the flight of unmarked stairs in a bland Paris office building last week to view a show billed as an "Exhibition of Horrors." The photographs lining the stucco walls were a lurid selection from sex magazines available in France, ranging from the French edition of Penthouse to bondage magazines like Crime and Punishment to publications featuring lesbianism, bestiality and pedophilia...
...stand on the levee near Jackson Square in the French Quarter, you can see the Mississippi flowing by at about seven feet above street level. It's a big, brown, mean-looking river, just waiting for the next hurricane to sweep away all the pretty, shabby stucco buildings with their fancy wrought iron balconies. Local people know this, just as they know that the city is sinking under their feet and that there aren't many jobs around now that all the oil and chemical companies are going under. But they don't seem to care much. They keep sinking...