Georgette

*You bought an appartment in Paris. They told you it was a ballet studio in the past. You come to the building, holding the large, old rusty key in your hand. A stream of the morning light finds its way through the door, which is ajar... You push the door open and there she is. You stay as struck by lightning, wondering if you have entered a painting by Degas and looking at the most gracious creature you have ever seen*