It was a warm, sunny Roma afternoon - well, rather on the hot side actually - but the sun beating down upon the crowded streets below was made mercifully bearable by an occasional cool breeze swept in from the sea.
Leonardo da Vinci walked those streets on that very afternoon, red beret in one hand and fanning himself as he went. Perhaps it was folly for a man of such fair complexion to be outside at a time such as this; but these moments of freedom were rare in his current situation and heatwave or not, the heavy heart he’d carried for the past few weeks was feeling somewhat lighter by even this simple act.
Of course, that wasn't to say that Leonardo's surroundings were precisely the most ideal for his creative mind; the current state of suppression under the Borgia had long taken its' toll on the populace and was known to Leonardo even in his highly closeted state. These people of Roma were truly a dismal lot; and with no work, no hope to be had, it was little wonder.