The foot of Fortitude, by Botticelli

No one lingered to worship at the feet of this masterpiece, but all rushed on to gawk at the Birth Of Venus, roped off from at least 6 ft away. How is it it possible people can rush on to see what they have been told, rather than stop, to look at the exquisite from inches away.

This wasn’t the first time I did a little happy dance and wiped tears from my eyes.