Must get back to work, but Cole Porter brought back a memory I'd totally buried... When we were first living in LA, Dear Daughter Rachel was attending a very hoity-toity private school. (She was in kindergarten, then was skipped in a month to Grade One.) We were invited one evening, near the beginning of the school year, to an informal parents' get-together at the home of one of the parents. We arrived at this rather large estate, went in to be greeted by a uniformed maid and butler, with a live pianist in a tux, playing away. Informal! The owners of the house were of the nouveau riche variety - very proud of it all and giving tours. I, of course, explored. There was one area, near the home gym, where the elevator used to be, we were told. The elevator? Yes, because the original owner had been crippled in an accident... You guessed it - Cole Porter's former house. I went around surreptitiously touching walls that he may have touched...
BTW - Shirley Temple's old house was across the street -- with her original playhouse still in the yard.