I'm still trying to figure out my own views about restoration.
For many years I collected 18th- and early 19th-century American furniture and decorative arts. I was one of those collectors who preferred pieces that were meticulously researched and restored to the state intended by their creators. But in that, I ran against the grain of the collector community, among whom "untouched condition" was all the rage.
You are right, Tsaria, about old residences containing the layered relics of evolving use by many generations over the years. Some of the finest American antiques migrated further and further upstairs over the years as the newest style was installed in formal rooms, and the older styles first went upstairs to the owners' private quarters, then on to the servants' quarters and, finally (if we were lucky), to the attics. My favorite restorations have always been those that haul the things from the attic back onto the main floor.
Most palaces were, of course, working homes for their occupants, and they cannot be properly experienced without that element being captured in their restoration.
But I drift off in a different direction when it comes to those relatively few palaces that were true architectural gems. And I count the Alexander Palace among those.
Tsaria, I envy you and others who have had the chance to visit the Alexander Palace, especially many times. It's going to be one of the first trips I take in my retirement. (Despite my having walked many a mile through the palaces of western Europe, I have not been in a hurry to get to St. Petersburg and its environs, in part because of a reluctance to see it before restoration efforts are further advanced.) But I really don't know what I hope to see when I get there.
Part of me would be disappointed to find many of the post-Quarenghi changes preserved at the Alexander Palace, including Nicholas I's "improvements." (I've seen watercolors of the interiors spanning the 19th century, and Alexandra was certainly not the first occupant to move away from Quarenghi's vision.) And part of me would be disappointed if it didn't clearly carry the imprimatur of its last occupants.
Well . . . here I am again. Right back to where I know not where.
Why does this particular palace always leave me with so many unresolved feelings?