Andree Putman and I are to have a coffee in Paris. I suggest La Deux Magot, a famous haunt of Gide, Sarte, and Picasso.
Andree’s associate is aghast.
Andree would never (nevair) go to Magot. Andree will only go to Flore.
We meet at Café de Flore and Andree sits and drinks coffee and smokes her Gauloises (or were they Gitanes?), where Hemingway held court.