Sadly the little man ran his eye over the cluttered warehouse yard. "The court," he sighed, waving a hand, "of the illustrious unknown." Foreign Ministry Official Sylva Poullin was knee-deep in statues: men of the Second Empire with pointed goatees and spiked mustaches, Third Republicans with voluptuous spade beards, poets, politicians, schoolteachers and generals, the Roman god Mars and France's own Marianne, her bronze face pushed in. Like many more famous works of art, they had been patiently salvaged from Germany after the war by France's conscientious Commission de Récupération Artistique, brought back to Paris, and stored in an
Avenue Rapp warehouse...
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