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...wander around the capital, Damascus, gives no clues at first. Syrian culture is relatively conservative and this is reflected in what people wear on the streets. But if you know what you're looking for, you'll gradually start to spot it: a window of lace-up basques here, a display of fishnets there, and over there - an eyeful of bras and boas that would put the Playboy Mansion to shame. A lot of local men have a taste for such things because they're "like children," posits the manager of the upper-end Charme lingerie store. "They get bored...
...even getting past that, I still have one problem of my own, one that I still haven't solved. My son is six now, and no longer willing to accept my proclamations unquestioningly. On Saturday evening, he is liable to wander into the room, stare at the screen for a few seconds and then ask questions-Who is that? Where are you going? Did you win?-that I am too afraid to answer. I still can't shake the old taboos, and part of me wants desperately to impute them on my son. I am clear on what's being...
...this can, and will, change as the candidates come out, wander around, eat corn dogs and are given the quadrennial intellectual frisk by Iowa voters, who have delivered comeuppance to such candidates as Ronald Reagan, George H.W. Bush and Bill Clinton. Then again, all those guys...
...managing partner at Edmond de Rothschild. The store, which Bonpoint executives claim is the largest luxury children's shop in the world, occupies the ground floor of a 17th century hôtel particulier and winds around a large neat garden to a newer wing. Shoppers and their parents wander through parlors with fireplaces, moldings and parquet de Versailles, and the 300-piece collection is deployed throughout. Boys' clothing is in the back, shoes are up the stairs, and there's a VIP room for celebrity clients. Children head straight for the playhouse in the center of the main parlor...
...economics teaching fellow and tutor in Quincy. And of course, the conversation lasts for hours. But it’s not totally aimless. “It’s a more focused discussion than at a bar or in a dining hall, but our conversation is allowed to wander,” admits McMillian. In the wee hours of the morning, McMillian’s eight erudite guests trickle off into the rainy night, all the wiser for having participated in the powerful discussion. Cambridge in 2006 might not be the Village in the 1920?...