on the steps of Saint-Etienne-du-Mont, on the Left Bank of Paris, with a long wait for the bells of midnight and the yellow Landaulet to appear and taxi me off to pal with Fitzgerald, Hemingway, Salvador Dali, and Marion Cotillard. Gertrude Stein might even read my portfolio if I do her typing for her. While the sunshine rises toward night, however, you may anticipate Miss Stein and dip into the portfolio yourself ...
