Simon Aronson was a talented, yet run of the mill grifter. That is, until one day when he had a realization. Men pitch pennies for pennies and men pitch pennies for a million dollars. His motto had become 'never steal anything small.'

He proceeded straight passing through the public gardens between the Louvre and the Place de la Concorde.

Aronson formulated a new plan. He would specialize in shell companies and trusts. They were the perfect vehicle for hiding the true owners of money. Depending on jurisdiction, corporate vehicles were not required to disclose true ownership.

He continued down the Rue Saint-Honore arriving at 15 Place Vendome, his hotel.

The second tool in his arsenal involved real estate. Done properly, real estate could be purchased with illegal funds and then turned around to be sold. For all intents and purposes the income derived would legitimate. The best bit was, all of this was scalable. But, even better than that, it was all perfectly legal.

It was just past noon. Simon walked into the bar and asked the bartender for his mail.

The Hemingway Bar at the Ritz Paris still functions as a mail drop for writers and journalists.

In fact, if you are an aspiring writer and plan to be in Paris anytime soon, here is what you do.

Have any correspondence addressed to you in the following manner:

Your Name

Bar Hemingway

Ritz Paris

15, Place Vendome, 75001 Paris

When you arrive in The City of Light, drop in at the Hemingway Bar. See the bartender. He will retrieve your mail from the glass display that is directly behind the bar. You don't even have to be a guest of the hotel to enjoy this service.

He strolled over to a table in the corner of the bar.

"Have you been waiting long?"

"No, laddie. Only been a few minutes." Moses Aronson was seated in a black leather chair nursing a single malt scotch.