It is Paris and the Twenties again and Gertrude Stein and Ernest Hemingway are much alive.
The author has actually been in Paris and Pamplona but spends most of his time in baltimore with his wife, cat, and lots of books. He once worked on the Sunpapers (shades of H.L. Mencken) where he was, he thinks, a copy editor. But he gave it up for the good life. He is at last a writer only, or didn't Scott Fitgerald say that?
