Growing up, my grandparents lived two hours away. When we went to visit them my mom would tell my sisters and me stories in the car. She had one particular story about this grand white house we used to pass. It was a big home with columns. W e called it the, “Dollhouse” and long ago the there was some tragedy. The family moved out and left the entire third floor behind. It was like a time capsule.
When I came across this article on Messy Nessy Chic about an abandoned flat in Paris I felt a twinge of nostalgia and tons of intrigue. Apparently, Mme. de Florian, the owner fled the city before World War II. She never returned and the apartment was left untouched for 70 years. Can you imagine? It’s my dream come true! A French Dollhouse
After her death, a professional team was sent to take inventory. Take a look at what they found below.
Don’t you love the hutches full on pristine pretties?
Ahh! This furniture is to die for. I bet there aren’t any blemishes on these antique chairs. Look at those legs on that table!
Even this ostrich has a certain charm!
And the vanity. The combs, papers, and candles. What a beautiful vanity to sit at!
There are so many magical things about this! I just love thinking about how people lived in different times and different places. Weren’t you wondering what a French apartment in the 1940s looked like? Now, we know.
P.S. It turns out, my mom made the whole Dollhouse story up. She just needed to keep me and my sisters quiet in the car. Sadly, we believed it until we were in our 20s.
Images via Messy Nessy Chic