‘To my amazement, there were no paintings . . . but only packages, piled one atop another to the height, say, of Picasso . . . And do you know what there was inside? Banknotes! Yes, sir, banknotes, the largest denomination that existed in France then, which was enormous.’
Christian Zervos recollecting the day Picasso took him, as a favoured confidant, to his vaults in the Banque de France. The fortune had ridden out the Wall Street crash, and had been accumulating since before the First World War.