Who Was That Countess . . .
Jul 05
. . . at Harry’s Bar? It was me. Well, sort of . . . My husband and I were staying in Venice in a swanky hotel, with a staff more than willing to satisfy our every whim. Actually, I was pretty whimless, except for one thing: I wanted to go to the famous Harry’s Bar — and I wanted a good table. If you were banished to the back room, you might as well skip...
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