In near by Bergamo,
Igor found me a
Stradivari violin to play.
It's owned by a Swiss bank,
and is now for sale for
fifteen million dollars.
The mayor wanted to
bring it to me himself
to play at the
Church of San Pietro.
[in Italian]
Signore, buongiorno.
It looks very nice.
It looks well preserved. And
very good condition, too.
Let's try if it works.
Good.
Feels good?
Yeah.
That's...
There is nothing like a Strad.
You hear the quality of
this. And it's incredible.
They don't make them like
this anymore do they?
No, no way.
Genius is genius.
He was the best in 1714.
He was the best in
1737 when he died.
And he's still the best.
And he will stay the best.
I think I'd like to play
a couple of notes on this.
Yeah, yeah.
Playing this Vivaldi melody
on a violin like this,
in a place like this,
and it hit me again.
Vivaldi was not just a composer,
he was a deeply religious man,
elevating his instrument
to touch the divine.
