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...from the Tang dynasty? But neither Cernuschi the man nor Cernuschi the museum intended to present an exhaustive collection of Asian art. Instead, in a quiet residential quarter of Paris, the museum offers, as curator Gilles Béguin eloquently puts it, an "aesthetic promenade," a kind of random walk through the earliest periods of Chinese art. And that is exactly what makes the Musée Cernuschi unique among museums of Asia. Just what Enrico, or rather Henri, would have wanted...
...indulgent lingerie fix, go to Boutique Princesse Tam Tam (53, Rue Bonaparte), and look for late-January sales. Sunday-morning ritual? Walk and shop the thriving Marché Biologique (Boulevard Raspail, between Rue de Rennes and Rue du Cherche-Midi). Here amid the cheese and mushrooms are cashmere shawls, Panama hats and herb-infused bath salts. I never leave without buying the best latke--here it's called a galette--I ever ate: grated potato, onion and cheese all sizzled and crusty...
...from the Pantheon, you can fuel up on the world's greatest espresso (and people watching) at Sant' Eustachio (Piazza Sant' Eustachio 82). Or walk around the market at Campo dei Fiori and the surrounding twisty streets, as well as the extremely lively Trastevere neighborhood...
That's a recurring theme. U.S. officials say Taliban units are led by a few wizened commanders, such as Hannan, who operate in the mountains they know well enough to walk blindfolded. The commanders, the U.S. says, maintain a nucleus of 10 veteran fighters and bombmaking experts plus dozens of fresh recruits, usually teenagers from local villages and radical madrasahs, or seminaries, in nearby Pakistan. The commanders' effectiveness determines how much money and how many guns and new jihadis are doled out to them by the Taliban's secretive, 10-man military council, whose members move back and forth across...
...tyrannical, he said, and he would fight them with words. Yet despite the provocative title of his self-published 2002 collection of poems, The Era of Brainwashing, his work went mostly unnoticed. If not for the Internet, Zheng, now 57, might still sit in his mildewed sixth-floor walk-up near the Manchurian city of Dalian, surrounded by bookshelves of Russian literature, tapping verse onto his Legend computer...