Today began casually enough. Princess Isabella was entertaining her friend Ysidora when Mr. Nostradamus arrived. I was asked to fetch wine for everyone. I serve the wine and then BAM! Nostradamus just goes off with cryptic details about someone’s “midnight.” When I realize he’s talking about Princess Isabella I’m shocked. But even weirder was her reaction:
This painting is a celebration of spring and fertility! For me it is also Botticelli’s homage to collective joy and the power of group dance. As always, Botticelli’s celebration of the secular is just restrained enough to keep him from investigation by the church.