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At 12,000 Feet, Andean Culture Meets Pop Art By JOSHUA HAMMER THE battered taxi climbed high above downtown La Paz, clattering over cobblestone streets toward the poor hillside neighborhoods where most of the city's Aymara Indians live. Then, as the pedestrian traffic thickened, I heard…

By ADAM BEGLEY LET'S free associate. If I say Capri, what comes to mind? Glamour, gorgeous views, ritzy shopping — the uninterrupted leisure of la dolce vita. And what if I say Graham Greene? Troubled faith, espionage, unforgiving, “cinematic” realism, seedy characters in…

By MAURA J. CASEY IN the movies, love always seems to find its way: opposites attract, the hard-working guy marries the girl next door, and coincidence has a way of intervening at just the right moment. Life doesn’t always imitate art, as Lucille Masone Smith knows, having spent a…

By ETHAN TODRAS-WHITEHILL AS ski season vanishes to slush in much of the country, it’s only just beginning at Tuckerman Ravine in New Hampshire. Tens of thousands of skiers, boarders and adventurers from all over the world start arriving there in late April, and work and worry the…

Practical Traveler | Airline Travel By MICHELLE HIGGINS THIS summer, be sure to pack some extra cash in your carry-on. More airlines are starting to charge for services that used to be free on many carriers. Skybus Airlines, a new carrier based in Columbus, Ohio, that plans to take to…

By FRANK BRUNI PHILADELPHIA IN a vast dining room on the edge of Center City here, children squirm at tables where families of four or five have come to eat. Young couples clamor for perches at a counter facing a pizza oven, then graze their way through salads, sausage and gelato. The…

By MARK BITTMAN PULA, Croatia THE spring obsession in Istria is wild asparagus. Throughout the peninsula, which juts into the Adriatic across from Venice — just a ferry ride away — people are walking through open fields and along roadsides, carrying the stout sticks they use to…

By ROBIN FINN IT is late afternoon, and Momofuku Ssam Bar in the food-fixated East Village is idling in self-service mode waiting for the cocktail crowd — pretty much indistinguishable from the pierced and tattooed waiters — to saunter in. The lights are dim, Pearl Jam growls…