The Woman in the Photograph
“They packed the camera equipment into Man’s Voisin and drove to the rue de Babylone. At the mansion, he parked his car alongside the thick outer wall.
“I wonder if we should ring at the servant’s entrance?” Man mumbled.
Since the count and countess were out, the butler showed them to the second-story room with the best view of the gardens. The white walls were covered in gold relief; rococo patterns thundered from the dome ceiling to the marqueterie floor. The furniture—prissy red armchairs and... settees, spindly legged tables, large mirrors with elaborate gold frames—seemed to fight the walls for attention. Lee breathed in. She’d been in elegant old Parisian apartments, with woodworked walls and gold swirls, but this was over the top. Obviously, this mind-numbing décor had given rise to the idea of a pure white party. She joined Man at the French windows and, taking his hand, looked out on the large green lawn. The stage and dance floor were finished.
“Monsieur, madame.”MoreLess
“I wonder if we should ring at the servant’s entrance?” Man mumbled.
Since the count and countess were out, the butler showed them to the second-story room with the best view of the gardens. The white walls were covered in gold relief; rococo patterns thundered from the dome ceiling to the marqueterie floor. The furniture—prissy red armchairs and... settees, spindly legged tables, large mirrors with elaborate gold frames—seemed to fight the walls for attention. Lee breathed in. She’d been in elegant old Parisian apartments, with woodworked walls and gold swirls, but this was over the top. Obviously, this mind-numbing décor had given rise to the idea of a pure white party. She joined Man at the French windows and, taking his hand, looked out on the large green lawn. The stage and dance floor were finished.
“Monsieur, madame.”MoreLess
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