Paris, 1939

Enchanting? Yes..., but:

The woman who owned the flat had left for the south of France before the Second World War and never returned. But when she died recently aged 91, experts were tasked with drawing up an inventory of her possessions and homed in on the flat near the Trinité church in Paris between the Pigalle red light district and Opera.

For 70 years the apartment had been left untouched, the rent dutifully paid. How does one continue to pay the rent for a place to which they must certainly know they will never return? Estate manager, presumably, responsible for their investments and diligently paying the bills as they arrive?

They dance to the beat of a different drum.[1]

What I found most interesting was not the million dollar Boldini, but rather the scene itself: walking into 1930s upper class Paris, the Mickey Mouse, the stuffed Ostrich, the smell of decay.

[1] They don't march. For that matter, do they dance to a drum's beat at all?