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| 24 November 2007
The belle époque is an era France loves to remember. Known as the golden age of Paris — and recollected in painstaking detail by Proust, immortalized in the paintings of Toulouse-Lautrec — this period of prosperity before the First World War is hailed as an island of time during which life was good. France was enjoying a surge in industry, the arts as well as a brief well-earned peace between herself and her neighbours. And with leisure now a pursuit rather than a privilege, the cabaret was born — a venue for the audience and artists to unleash bourgeois inhibitions for an evening of wine, women, song and spectacle. A far cry from the stiff-lippedness of traditional theatre, its emblems were a black cat, a nimble rabbit, a womanly wedge of thigh flaunted in a series of skyward kicks. France does well to recall it fondly if only for its tourist trade. But one wonders if, over a century later, authentic spectacle still lurks in the City of Lights? Or is a night at the cabaret simply a Proustian exercise in nostalgia, a remembrance of things past, a tired ghost whored out to the bleary-eyed tourist for a depressingly ludicrous price? Read more
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| 24 November 2007
Standing among the sun-drenched vineyards of the beautiful coastal Maremma region of southwest Tuscany (derived from mare, Italian for “sea”), you have to wonder how Dante could have written so negatively about the area. He professed that even the wildest beasts would find La Maremma uninviting. It is only recently, though, that this largely uninhabitable mosquito- and malaria-infested swamp was transformed — through extensive dredging and soil reclamation — into the lushly forested, villa-dotted destination for the Roman and Florentine cognoscenti.

Is a White Zinfandel wine made with white grapes?