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...vivid histories and a scholar's appreciation for Renaissance art yet knows the best place to start an early tapas crawl in Madrid if you have kids. His clear, hand-drawn maps are Pentagon-worthy; his hints about how to go directly to the best stuff at the Uffizi, avoid the crowds at Versailles and save money everywhere are guilt-free. He pushes his readers to picnic for lunch and save their money for dinner. He sketches out amusing walks through commercial quarters from Antibes to Venice that link the ancient world and the modern. And Steves is so keen...
...December 1913 - in Florence. He had gone there with the painting after contacting a Florentine art dealer, Alfredo Geri, who he hoped would help him dispose of his hostage in a way that would bring him some cash. Geri played along, and even brought in the director of the Uffizi Gallery to authenticate the picture on the spot. When they were satisfied that Peruggia had brought them the real thing, they turned him over to the police...
Deep in the lower galleries of the Uffizi, a marble statue of Narcissus gazed into his mirrored pool. The statue was one of the museum’s minor treasures. Not only was the life-sized figure exquisitely carved; curators also pointed out that its bent-over posture marked a startlingly original advance in Renaissance composition...
Then he saw The Stable Boy smoldering at him from inside a gilded frame on the Uffizi wall. Those eyes, the cruel twist of his upper lip, the falling curls of hair, the luminous skin, the ... the ... well, that, in all its bold tumescence. It was surely him. He had seen the waves of shock pass through Felicity’s body when she glimpsed the painting, and then he had seen the painted Stable Boy take possession of his living wife all over again...
Some hours later, after the Uffizi had closed, a custodian peered into the gallery of Greek nudes. He sensed something was wrong. Alcibiades had been violently castrated—but the custodian had seen that coming. No, it was something else. He crept further into the room. Was this one of his unlucky days? He approached the statue of Narcissus, paused, and reached out his hand. The custodian let his fingers brush, very gingerly, against the marble leg. It had happened again...