I don’t know if I studied the artist Sandro Botticelli. Even though I wrote my version of ‘The Birth of Venus’ and did a painting of my Angel coming out of the sea, I neglected this great Renaissance Artist, and his beloved Muse – until now! Since I beheld her, Belle, and compared her to Simonetta Cattaneo de Candia Vespucci, do I now behold all the clues of the petals and the thread that have brought me through the labyrinth of time, to adore her once again. And she knows me! I was buried at her feet in order to continue my long vigilance, for she was only asleep. One day she will awaken, and the City of Flowers will bask in her apparelled beauty. Belle! My Belle!

Following the Renaissance of the Miller Brothers to the top of the hill in the lost city of Fairmount, I came to…