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Princess Virginia
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As soon as the last visitor had followed the slim tour
guide to the ground floor of Palazzo San Giacomo,
Princess Virginia shut out the sun. At midday, it shone
much too forcefully into the unusual square room
in the noble wing where she had been twice before.
She had come back to Grisa that Saturday in late June
for the express purpose of saying goodbye to Venus.
Like the goddess, she also had generous curves, firm
breasts, blue eyes and a milk and pomegranate complexion
that made her seem more like a seventeenth
century painting than a flesh and blood woman. Her
body recalled the harmony of a Jean-Baptiste Lully
minuet performed at the court of the Sun King. Her
long-time friend, the dumpy, dark, bespectacled Irma,
had given Virginia the nickname princess not only for
her looks, which showed no sign of fading, but also
for the proud look that animated her face when she
fought for the noble cause of protecting artistic treasures
against the pigheadedness of local authorities.