filed20 May 2009 from Carmen Jenner CategoriesParis
Paintings and music, street noises, shops, flower markets, modes, fabrics, poems, ideas, everything seemed to lead toward a half-sensual, half-intellectual swoon. Inside the cafes, colour, perfume, taste and delirium could be poured together from one bottle or many bottles – from square, cylindrical, conical, tall, squat, brown, green or crimson bottles – but you drank black coffee by choicse, believing that Paris itself was sufficient alcohol.
– Malcolm Cowley, Exile’s Return: A Literary Odyssy of the 1920’s
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