"Surprises are not unexpected in historic buildings." He gestured to Mei to continue.

"It was a Friday, a summer late afternoon when I saw the studio/workshop on the original blueprint in what was once a garden passageway, I bushwacked into overgrown flowering bushes. I had seen the window schedule and I knew that I was looking for a much larger window than the windows in the staff dressing rooms, but the foliage was so dense that I was not sure I could find it.

"Perhaps the rustling in the bushes was only in my imagination, but as if the path I was treading was not unknown, greenery around the studio window was sparse enough to reveal a sizeable window. The exterior was dusty; the interior was dark. I looked in.”