[ The servant's quarters were less grand even in their day— you could expect that they are now the very definition of run down. But no, not really.

From the hall there are smaller rooms offset, each with a smaller single bed, a night stand, rickety drawers that must have once held their daily wear.

These servants quarters still feel lived in. There's bed slippers besides the bed of one, like someone had just settled in. A newspaper on the night stand of another. Nothing here is broken, nothing here is dusty, some drawers are left open, a half-filled cup of water next to one of the beds.

But surely no one lives here now. ]