“When Paolo came to Milan with notes under his arm—and in those days, for him all the days were sunny and all the women were beauties—he soon met the princess. Her like that. nicknamed the girls in the store because she was pretty and her hands were gentle; but most of all because she was proud, and in the evenings, when her friends flew into the Gallery like a flock of sparrows, she preferred to leave alone, wrapped in her white scarf, to the Garibaldi Gate. There she met Paolo; he wandered around turning and turning musical ideas and youthful dreams of fame in his head!..”