Another private collection that completely ignored the contemporary – this time of a Protestant banker and his artist wife. It was instructive to see three Rembrandts side by side: the one painted by Rembrandt in his 20s was completely different in brushstroke from the one painted 30 years later. I goggled at the thought of transporting a fresco from Venice to Paris: apparently it took 8 months to do so.
It was notable that the smoking room ditched the Louis for mediaeval and far eastern furniture – presumably seen as a more masculine style.
I was impressed by the winter garden staircase leading up to the Tiepolo: