Botticelli Hits the Streets
One night, Sandro Botticelli came to me in a dream and asked me to drive him down to Henderson Avenue. Once we had parked and began walking along the street, Sandro was stuck by the beauty of the people and the vitality of the neighborhood. At Natsumi he ordered a Lime Mint gelato and told the counter girl she had the face of an angel and that he would like very much to paint her. She sighed, slid his change across the counter and told him the line was not very original.