“Occasionally my sense of irony reaches Paris itself and then I like New York. I would go further: every time someone mentions Duchamp, I think my life has been a mistake from the start and, instead of living in Barcelona and being in love with Paris, I should have quit bothering about such nonsense and lived in New York.” —from
Never Any End to Paris by Enrique Vila-Matas
(That’s the
Paris–New York confection, on the right, at the
Dominique Ansel Bakery.)
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