“Every man’s life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that
distinguish one man from another.”–Ernest Hemingway
One of my all time favorite books I purchased while in Budapest in 2004. I found it in a vintage book store.
It’s about Hemingway and his time as an expatriate in Paris.
I find that word so interesting: expatriate
On another note, while researching Hemingway I found some lovely images of his granddaughter
and great granddaughter—very sensual…very beautiful images. I wonder how he would have
reacted to viewing them.
Today it is all about Hemingway
Cruz the Muse 😉