Hidden in plain sight in the shadow of the Moulin Rouge is without a doubt one of the most fascinating treasure troves this city has to offer. The Phono Museum is what I imagine a music lover’s dream looks like. And when I stepped inside, my jaw hit the floor. So many questions. Who collected all this stuff? Shouldn’t those antique gramophones be behind glass? How can this place be in danger of closing down? And wait just a damn minute, is that a Swiss chalet dollhouse doubling as a record player?
You can still play music on that?