Voyage with me to old Italia, wherein we shall bask under the Florentine sun, with the briny taste of olives on our tongues, and the scent of oleanders heavy in the air. Here we see the quintessential coming of age tale: a young man and his mother, confronted with the spectre of the boy's philandering ways. There is but one true release, and that is art. The tug of war between these two poles ignites a frisson of excitement in the viewer who must also choose between such temptations as earthly delights and the immortal practice of the Arts.