I decided not to wait for Verrocchio’s return. I brushed myself off, straightened my dress, smoothed my hair, took several deep breaths, and went to look for Sancha. I found Leonardo in the work yard instead. He was sitting on a bench, leaning over clasped hands, looking at the ground. His great ...
Just as the lake was cradled within mountains that rose sharply from its shores, the canal was framed tightly by rose and gray-green stucco buildings. Pots of geraniums, hanging from wrought iron balconies and bridges, reflected as red dots in the still waters as the entire street replicated itse...