He married Béatrice de Camondo in March 1919 (they were later divorced or separated) and they are the parents of the following:
1) Fanny (1920-1943)
2) Bertrand (1923-1944)
After the Nazi invasion of Paris, Léon wrote a letter to Béatrice asking her to leave Paris with their two children, which she ignored. Léon and his children were trying to escape to Spain but they were captured and taken to the Drancy holding camp, where Béatrice was also being held. Léon, Béatrice, Fanny, and Bertrand were transported to the Auschwitz concentration camp, on transport 62 on 20 November 1943. They all perished at Auschwitz.
The following is per Henry Bily (survivor), who described their arrival on transport 62 as follows: "On November 23, at around four or five a.m., the train stops. Moments later, the SS opens the huge padlock that seals the doors of our car. Everyone, all these stiff bodies try to get up and, it is hard for all of us. When I stick my nose out, I can see nothing but snow. Everything is white, sparsely illuminated by pale lights that I poorly or barely discern. All the lights are surrounded by a faint halo which provides a grim outlook to an almost lunar landscape."
He married Béatrice de Camondo in March 1919 (they were later divorced or separated) and they are the parents of the following:
1) Fanny (1920-1943)
2) Bertrand (1923-1944)
After the Nazi invasion of Paris, Léon wrote a letter to Béatrice asking her to leave Paris with their two children, which she ignored. Léon and his children were trying to escape to Spain but they were captured and taken to the Drancy holding camp, where Béatrice was also being held. Léon, Béatrice, Fanny, and Bertrand were transported to the Auschwitz concentration camp, on transport 62 on 20 November 1943. They all perished at Auschwitz.
The following is per Henry Bily (survivor), who described their arrival on transport 62 as follows: "On November 23, at around four or five a.m., the train stops. Moments later, the SS opens the huge padlock that seals the doors of our car. Everyone, all these stiff bodies try to get up and, it is hard for all of us. When I stick my nose out, I can see nothing but snow. Everything is white, sparsely illuminated by pale lights that I poorly or barely discern. All the lights are surrounded by a faint halo which provides a grim outlook to an almost lunar landscape."
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