early 1960s cinematic rooms befitting an ambassadorial
story. One imagines Tippi Hedren or Eva Marie Saint
sipping a very dry Martini���or a Gibson���on the edge
of the magnificent tufted sofa in the living room, chatting
with John Foster Dulles or Henry Cabot Lodge. There
are few clues here to date the apartment as younger
than Truman Capote���s Breakfast at Tiffany���s, or, indeed,
his unfinished final novel, Answered Prayers. This
is very much the territory of ladies who lunched at le
Cote Basque, even if nowadays they would frequent la
Grenouille.
HYLAND
