Once seen as the egotistical move of a billionaire, Francois Pinault’s museum has turned out to be a fantastic addition, and a welcome one after lockdown.
It wouldn’t be an understatement to say that the famously lively French capital is shivering through one of its darkest winters in history.
As a new lockdown begins, a shaken France is facing what may be another side effect of the coronavirus: a heightened risk of terrorist attacks.
Many of the its riches were seized in the Revolution and then ferreted into the library which, astonishingly, stayed open even as the guillotine continued to fall across the river.
Wilfrid A. used to write “Love roams the streets” all over Montmartre. Thousands of strangers were charmed. But not dozens of women who say he assaulted or raped them.
As the city slowly reopens, I tried to experience a typical tourist’s weekend.
Diaries of privileged literati inflamed smoldering class resentments that always lie near the surface here, and are only likely to get worse as the COVID-19 crisis drags on.
Paris’ would-be mayor bids his election campaign adieu after all-too-revealing Anthony Weiner-esque messages hit social media. He has neither confirmed nor denied they’re of him.
For decades, Gabriel Matzneff got a pass from French culture mavens as he extolled the pleasures of sex with underage boys and girls. No longer.