Much of our time in Tuscany was spent in small villages, but we had decided to stop by Florence and say "Hi" to a young bloke called David.
Jane and I had both met him about 20 years ago and he had made an impression on both of us then. We were interested in what he would be like second time around. Obviously he hasn't really changed, though we were a little older, and hopefully, wiser.
It's hard to describe or define perfection, but I guess you know it when you see it. Happy to admit that second time round young Davo almost brought a tear to our eyes.
We queued for an hour and a half to get into the Academy, and I would have queued for ten. Hats off to you Michael, you did a bloody good job. No photo's of Davo, because that's not allowed. Couldn't do it justice anyway.