This is a great little video I found on Kottke.org about the oldest piano parts shop in Paris.
This man is awesome – he's been working there for almost 30 years. When he gets his hands on an old piano, he holds onto it so that he can sell the parts to others who have that same piano and can't find replacement parts.
The sounds are my favorite bit – the music, of course, but also the wood rattling as he pulls a keyboard and action out of a piano, the metallic reverberation of assorted parts dancing around on the strings while someone plays. The attic of skeletons.
I felt a bunch of things while watching this – delight, longing, fondness, worry, regret – how about you?