11Just outside of the design created by the garden paths, in front of the entrance to Villa Careggi, at the beginning of the woods and protected by tree trunks, accomplice Paolo was playing with a cord made of fabric, twirling it in the air in time to the music coming from the park. He was waiting to carry out his mission and, in the meantime, was spying on the joyful celebrations. The flickering flames abundantly positioned around the beautiful gardens shimmered as they reflected off the graceful movement of precious crimsons, whispering silks, gold-embroidered veils and brocades, and together with the lively water games of the fountains and the still perfection of the statues, made everything shine. A delight for the eyes increased by the harmonious presence of flowerbeds in bloom and an
