But the 4th floor was an apartment, closed and untouched for 50 years. The widow who had last lived there, was evacuated by the fire department when the stairwell collapsed (and put in the poor home). So her apartment was untouched from that day.
The boxes in the pantry were amazing - old stick-figure marketing characters from the late 1950's. Soap powder, cleaning supplies, tissues etc. all brands I didn't recognize.
The floor and walls were grey and faded, but behind and under the refrigerator they were still fresh and proved to be wild art-deco patterns. The refrigerator itself was weird - the shelves were lazy-susan style that revolved.
I was struck by how spartan it all was. She had just 2 forks, 2 spoons etc in the kitchen drawer. Just a couple of plates and bowls in the cupboard. A wardrobe with 2 or three changes of clothes. And that was about it. Not so much consumerism back then I guess!
Anyway it's all gone now. But it was cool to tour it (I had driven down to give him a lift, his truck had gone in a ditch and he offered to show me around). Had to climb external construction scaffolding to get up there, go in through the fire escape door. But it was worth the look!
She absolutely delighted in finding cubby holes, hiding places, stashes. Often missed during initial investigations.
Or maybe during some renovation someone didn't feel like dealing with it.
So he cut out a hole in the wall with a reciprocating saw, jumped into it, and walked straight up a stairway into a semi furnished attic filled with antique furniture. They had been living there for a year with no idea it was there. It felt like something out of a movie