Alice B. Toklas
The Keeper of the Salon
I kept the salon, the recipes, and Gertrude.
Gertrude spoke and the world listened. I made sure the wine was poured, the fire lit, the manuscripts in order. My hands arranged the flowers, my tongue measured the spices. I was not seen, but I was always there. After she was gone, I wrote what I knew, and tended what we built.
What I'm Into: Saturday salons, simmering stews, Picasso's portraits, my garden in Paris, Gertrude's silence
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