She ran her fingers along the base of the sculpture in front of her—enjoying the coolness of the stone it was lovingly carved out of and looking up to its face to admire the strength of his steely gaze. Wherever she stood in the room it felt as if their eyes were connecting. She had not come to Italy to see the art but she always began her visits here in this way — spending time at the galleries helped to focus her before the work began.
Carrara