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I'm tellin' ya, gatos everywhere. And they are simply crawling around the Hemingway House. So many folks asked if it was real. Seriously?
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The Hemingway wall of wives. Hadley, the Paris years. Pauline, the Key West years. Martha, the Cuba years. And Mary, the Idaho years. Ernest is in the middle.
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Pauline's pool. It had to do with Ernest's indiscretions with Martha, and cost more than double the cost of the house.
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You know I loves me a chandelier.
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This is the lighthouse by which Mr. Hemingway would navigate his way home after a late night. This was before the Navy dredged and built up the shoreline significantly. Thus, the lighthouse used to be on the coast, not in the center of the island.
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Olivia de Havilland, of course.
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Damned ill-behaved gatos.
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The writing studio. Accessible by catwalk from the main house. Its what I envision at the Chicken Ranch.
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