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Miss Toklas Alone


When I first went to live in Paris, a few years after World War II, I went as the proverbial young pilgrim in the footsteps of Hemingway and F. Scott Fitzgerald. I firmly believed that Paris was where all good Americans went when they died—but that [...]

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