At first, I was humored by the Italian dress--the puffy shirts, tighty pants and feathered hats, but then I saw through the comedy and concentrated on the fact that, no matter the dress, those were dandies surrounding the tax collector Matthew, and the sternness of Jesus, with St Peter over imposed on him, and the bright sunlight in the room contrasted by the darkness, was a painting I could look at all day, and lose my thoughts...