F. Scott Fitzgerald in Paris

14 rue de Tilsitt, where the Hemingways called on the F. Scott Fitzgeralds:




The Fitzgerald chapter about the car in "A Moveable Feast" is quite hilarious and, of course, make Fitzgerald look foolish and Hemingway look like the wise one. Which is permitted, I guess, since it's Hemingway's memoir. Let Fitzgerald write his own. But the chapter about a matter of size is just unfair. Telling that kind of story just isn't done, old sport.