I studied art when I was in Florence.
When I arrived at his house, Helmut was there.
That's why she's there, just as Barbara Hutton was in David Herbert's era - he was the immensely snobbish son of the Earl of Wilton, and the undisputed Queen of Tangier from the 50s till his death in 1995.
Florence was the home of Bernard Berenson, my great-uncle, the great Renaissance art historian, Harvard scholar, art dealer, and expert.
They were not in a romantic relationship anymore.
What one needs is a face that people can identify in a second.