The Paris Review, George Plimpton’s little-read but much-admired literary journal, hasn’t actually been based in Paris for decades. In fact, the small but devoted staff of the Review did their work in a small Manhattan office just one floor beneath Plimpton’s East Side apartment. But following Plimpton’s death last year, the editors found it inconceivable to continue putting out the magazine from a now-Plimptonless office, and chose to move again. No, they’re not headed back to Paris – lower Manhattan’s TriBeCa neighborhood will have to do.