Paul Abravanel, who is pictured here with his wife Jeanne, was my huband Leo Abravanel’s brother. The photo was taken in 1919, but I don’t know where.
Paul was honorary vice consul of Spain in Thessaloniki. Then he went off to Switzerland. He met his futere wife Jeanne there. He was a tall, handsome man and she was so thin, so delicate. A petite, likable lady. I only know one of their sons, Eve, a sweet, happy and smiling kid.
As a family they had a lot of money and he inherited a hotel in Beaulieu between Nice and Monte Carlo. This hotel was Jeanne’s dowry. A huge two-story hotel with a swimming pool and two hundred people for personnel. When Leo and I visited the hotel, we could see the water falling like waterfalls. The hotel started in the mountains and ended by the sea.
