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Hotel Ritz ashtray, East End Avenue, 2020. One day in late April, I imagined I wasn’t in lockdown in my apartment but instead staying at the Ritz in Paris. So I threw an antique French linen napkin over a tray and made myself an espresso, and, voilà, I was in France for a few hours.
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Issue No. 54
July 25, 2020
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Issue No. 54
July 25, 2020
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