No, my Lucrezia, bear with me for once ...
(A repeat post)... At a small town in Fiesole near Florence it is the evening twilight, the sun is setting and the atmosphere, stiflingly windless; Andrea, the son of a sartor (dress-maker) and a brilliant Renaissance painter is sitting in his studio with Lucrezia, his worldly-minded wife and model,... Sign in to see full entry.