I remember a setter who lost a stone through the window. It was too hot in the workshop and he had opened the window to ventilate. The diamond fell on the roof of the neighbouring warehouse… Ladder, velux, it was an adventure to get it back.
We didn’t do any better, but one day while setting a centre, the stone blew up… and it disappeared. We spent hours looking for it. And then, not a small stone, almost a carat. We only found it months later when we did a major cleaning. It was in a spider’s web!
H., setter.
A few diamonds, a ring and a big anger
A few days ago, I was having lunch with an old acquaintance. A very nice man whom I hadn't seen for several years and who knew me as a young apprentice, freshly arrived in Paris in the early 2000s. As is often the case in the neighbourhood where I...