1646 March 12 - Florence, Italy

My journey through Italy brought me back to Florence, where fate arranged my first meeting with Carlo Dolci. Florence, a city where art breathes through every alley and piazza, welcomed me with its familiar charm.

I met Carlo in his studio, a haven of tranquility amidst the city’s bustle. His works, infused with a divine touch, adorned the walls. We spoke of the nuances of light, the play of colors, and how they breathe life into a canvas. Carlo’s words, much like his paintings, were thoughtful and profound, each sentence a brushstroke of wisdom.

Later, we strolled through the Uffizi Gallery, discussing the works of past masters. Carlo’s insights into each painting added layers to my understanding, transforming the gallery into a classroom of the arts.

As the day ended, we sat overlooking the Arno, the river reflecting the hues of the setting sun. Our conversation, now more personal, delved into the joys and struggles of the artist's life. This encounter, rich with artistic communion, left me with a deepened appreciation for Florence’s enduring legacy in the arts.