Harry’s bar turned to be next to invisible: no flashy sign or exquisite interior. Simple and elegant, it offered more than authentic Bellini and fabulous desserts, which were hard to resist. It offered atmosphere. After a hearty meal I spoke to the maitre d' about Hemingway, asking where he used to work, and believe it or not, I had chosen the same table in the corner! Intuition? Might be, Hemingway is among authors I deeply admire. The maitre d' was most gallant, he showed pictures and books and I imagined how Hem used to sit there scribbling away with a glass of wine.