Lay down your heart

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Paris was en fête, in love with itself. In her workroom that morning in May, 1925, Chanel was busy creating the first little black suit; Colette was putting the finishing touches to the scandalous manuscript of La Fin de Chéri. Young Hemingway and the half-blind James Joyce had been out on that dawn, drinking together; the Cartier brothers had bought three perfect strands of pearls that had taken two centuries to gather; whilst Mistinguette had opened the night before at the Casino de Paris, proving that the art of descending a staircase belonged to her.


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