Just before the start of WWII, the grandaughter of actress Marthe de Florian fled her Parisian apartment for the south of France never to return. The part that I find so strange is that for 70 years she continued to pay rent for a flat she nor anyone else ever put to use. Why did she leave? Why did she never return? Just a few simple questions to which I would love the answers.
When she recently passed away, the apartment was finally opened up and a remarkable world of cob-webbed beauty uncovered. Amoung the antiquated treausures were stacks of love letters from lovers and admirers including artists and politicians. Swoon. These are the discoveries a girl dreams of coming across.
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