Another tale from the unbelievable category. Although anything has happened.

 “How to touch Botticelli?’’

Episode one.

"Sandro, my glorious friend, try to understand me."

A massive, sturdy hand with diamond fingerrings grabbed Botticelli by the shoulder. 

"I am confident that decades will pass, and gorgeous descendants will name our period the Renaissance or rebirth time,"

Lorenzo de Medici said, hands outstretched to the fireplace flames.

And then he continued, ‘’ Please consider this term's meaning in your next stunning artwork.’’

Upon seeing the stained glass window, Sandro Botticelli pondered, "Rebirth... birth... Venus..." Thus, the Goddess of Love, Venus, is born! 

"Yes, my lord," he greeted Medici with a smile. I understand you, my lord!

 Lorenzo applauded as an attendant came from behind a column carrying a silver tray on which he placed a leather bag with the LdM monogram.

 "I am giving you an advance, Sandro, and suppose that by 1485, we will all applaud your new sumptuous canvas painting."

 With a respectful bow, Botticelli remarked, "Let me note, seigneur, that outside the window, it is 1482."

 Medici looked up at the cross and declared, "The Lord does not set short time frames for true artists until the artist himself declares his masterpieces finished."

 Botticelli had no choice but to bow his coupable head even lower.

Hi pal! Ginger cat Charlie returns.

 One of my most startling dreams occurred during my afternoon slumber. 

Thanks to my hosts again. 

Elena and Nik talked at lunch a few hours ago. They are considering which oil paintings to show at the forthcoming Art Show.

 Elena suggested presenting her version of Botticelli's "Birth of Venus." 

My mental link to that name led me to Florence in 1482.

I "witnessed" Sandro Botticelli and Lorenzo de Medici talking in Florence's family palace halls.

 I wanted to stay in this grand hall to see how the castle owner today accepted Raphael, Michelangelo, and Leonardo da Vinci.

 These individuals' size and importance in Italy's history are beyond the reach of an average ginger cat, especially when I had to wake up to nibble on my favourite nuts (dry food).

 After some time, I finally realized where I was. Surprisingly, I gnawed my nuts while thinking about Florence.

 Unfortunately, it was already 1504. The Feast of the Nativity of the Blessed Virgin Mary occurred on Wednesday, September 8.

 People gathered at Florence's Piazza della Signoria early in the morning near the Palazzo Vecchio to celebrate Mary's birth.

Sorry, buddy, but I'm about to doze off here again. I swear to tell you everything to the very end when I wake up.