Having now moved in Paris FOUR times (and that's not counting when I moved here in the first place), I have become something of an expert in how to orchestrate a household move.
But I never knew how one might move, say, a large PIANO into a Parisian apartment, given that the staircases are usually narrow and the elevators, if they do exist, probably only have space for 2 or 3 human beings. And that's without luggage or shopping carts.
A few days ago, I looked out our living room window because some idiot down below kept repeatedly beeping his car horn. There's a small supermarket across the way, and it is normal for delivery trucks to block the street over there, so I figured that's what the fuss was all about.
Well, there WAS a delivery taking place, but not the type I anticipated:
Because of the weight of the piano, this delivery truck with its built-in crane also had stabilizing "feet" (not pictured), so once the crane was in motion, there was NO moving this truck until the job was finished. The horn-beeper's car was just below my window, sandwiched in between the sidewalk, this truck and vehicles in front and in back of it. He didn't have a prayer. He finally gave up beeping and just got out of his car to watch the action.
The mover with the remote control for the crane. I remember these neighbors just moved in to that apartment across the way. I suppose in their search for an apartment, they had to look for a place with large windows and a balcony on the street side of the building!
Mover #2 saw me taking pictures and flashed the "V" for Victory (or Peace) signs. I waved and smiled. Then I saw what he was up against, trying to get that big baby grand in the window...
... without falling out the window and dangling from the piano five stories above the street!
Slowly, the control man lowered the piano while the other mover negotiated getting it through the window without bumping it on the stone window frame or the iron railing. At one point he had to put his foot on the railing to brace himself; those pianos are heavy and I didn't see a 3rd mover anywhere, although one was hopefully waiting inside to assist. (The man on the left was, I assume, the piano's owner.)
Finally, they got it past the railing and down through the window, after which Control Man lowered it the rest of the way so they could detach it from the crane's hook.
It's gotten colder out so I don't think we'll be hearing the neighbor play his lovely new piano until next spring, but we're a bit jealous of that baby grand. On the other hand, I'll bet that the cost to move this piano into this apartment is probably as much as it will cost me to ship a table and 10 cartons of the last of my belongings all the way from the US to France next year.