Let us direct our steps towards the next stop in our journey through the former Marmorosch bank and namely to The Vault, the spot where secrets and the treasures of yore find their resting place.
The door to this vault, a gateway to the repose of age-old wealth, is guarded by a timepiece that measures patience, as well as by two keys, each held by carefully chosen souls and enlightened minds among the bank's leadership, a testament to the prudence and wisdom with which the fortune was protected.
Inside, our gaze is stolen by the safe deposit boxes, arranged in a divine order, a string of treasures and enclosed secrets. Each has its key, carefully placed in the adjacent honeycomb, which stands to this day as a witness to the worthiness of the centuries, ever since the times of Aristide Blank.
The staircase, that pathway that carries us to this depth, is lined with motifs that sing of our journey and ascension. And its original color, brought back to life by the effort of mighty craftsmen, reminds us of the splendor and abundance of bygone times, a period when the bank was a beacon of prosperity.
Inside the former treasury, once a storage space for money, valuables, or important documents, now lies a rather unusual place: a destination bar, where the past intertwines with the present. Here, among the shadows and silences that once belonged to the vault, one can taste liquors that remind us of the rich story of this place, in a setting that keeps the secrets of the bank.
This place, with its unique historical and symbolic significance, reminds us that every moment is a gem in the priceless string of time.