Bienvenue à Paris!
When April Vogt's boss tells her about an apartment in the ninth arrondissement
that has been discovered after being shuttered for the past seventy years, the
Sotheby's continental furniture specialist does not hear the words "dust" or
"rats" or "decrepit." She hears Paris. She hears escape.
Once in France, April quickly learns the apartment is not merely some rich
hoarder's repository. Beneath the cobwebs and stale perfumed air is a goldmine,
and not because of the actual gold (or painted ostrich eggs or mounted
rhinoceros horns or bronze bathtub). First, there's a portrait by one of the
masters of the Belle Epoque, Giovanni Boldini. And