And after some haggling and bargaining with Piero Pugnalini (the earnest artist), we bought it (Prices were often "soft" when shopping in Italian squares - especially when the shopper was a bright, beautiful blonde Italian herself!)
I also convinced Deborah to sit for an "instant portrait". She was at first reluctant, but then agreed to sit for the grizzled artist. I strolled away and let him work quietly, sketching away with his charcoal, as he gazed at my wife. When I returned and peeked over his shoulder, what he had drawn brought tears to my eyes. Such a regal, proud, and beautiful image - a true Italian princess! I snapped a picture of him finishing.