After the war my mum worked as Nanny’s Assistant for an Important Family (he was political, she was rich Parisienne). They were based in London (lived next door to Churchill, in fact) and she travelled to Paris with Madame and the children every Summer for about six years. Even in the early 1950’s there were still active vendettas. There was one time a man came to ‘court’ one of the housemaids and the (French equivalent of) Butler and one of the footman (Seriously that rich) knew him to have been a collaborator and not only did he never call again, but he was never seen again. Local police not interested – they knew what he had been and didn’t care what happened to him.
On a more cheerful note, mum did get to meet Sidney Poitier at a party, though before he was famous. Why he was there she had no idea (Looking at the date I suspect he was filming Red Ball Express and everyone involved had been invited), but she says he was the most beautiful man she had ever met.
She also almost mowed down Bing Crosby with her bicycle on the way back from buying bread. The roads had been closed to traffic for filming (probably Little Boy Lost) but mother found a way through! And the silly fools were standing in the middle of the road . . .