Jorg Von Uthmann

The first thing you see is a fog sculpture.

An opinion poll of U.K. parents last year revealed that one in four found Grimm’s fairy tales too scary to be read to children.

German paintings are rare birds in French museums.

Are women really necessary? Eugene Labiche’s answer couldn’t be clearer: No.

Count Dracula, the aristocratic bloodsucker, is not the only nocturnal visitor who likes to disturb the sleep of innocents.

Baghdad and Damascus are not exactly considered dream travel destinations.

“The smell of opium,” said Pablo Picasso to fellow smoker Jean Cocteau, “is the most intelligent of all odors.”

Poor Dominique Strauss-Kahn. Fending off an army of district attorneys, examining courts and lawyers is bad enough.

Popularity can be a curse. Once Marc Chagall had made his name as one of the most successful artists of the 20th century, he became sentimental and repetitive.

Have you ever wondered what became of Rodolfo, the penniless poet in Puccini’s opera “La Boheme,” after the death of his beloved Mimi?

French presidents prefer dogs to cats. The labradors of Francois Mitterrand, Jacques Chirac and Nicolas Sarkozy were called Baltique, Maskou and Clara, respectively.

Many call him a modern Strindberg. Lars Noren, Sweden’s most prolific playwright, hates being compared to his famous countryman.