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I finished yesterday’s post about the Uffizi portrait gallery with a bit of a cliffhanger. I didn’t include the setting, though. This was at Isle of Palms a few weeks ago. Several extended family members live near Charleston, so we visit them (or they visit us) while we’re there. So, my aunt interrupted my story about people walking right past a Rembrandt with an intriguing offer. “If you love portraits, I have a proposition for you.” Now, I had no idea where she was going with this start. Maybe she had a portrait to show me or had a question or request. I wasn’t left in suspense for long. She started telling me about a few antique oil portraits she had in a closet, and she wanted to pass them along to someone who would love them. She also offered some details about the size, age, and subject of the









