Something strange happened tonight.
I walked into a room in the Palazzo Vecchio, and with one glance at the painting on the ceiling – a group of women between two armies – I knew what it was.
And then, upon learning how little time we had left in the museum, I heard myself exclaim, “No! I need more time!”
That was the moment I knew I was a goner.
How was this possible?
Something was happening, and there was no going back.