This city just kills me. I intended to walk into Castello, to see if a notice had been posted at the San Biagio church about the special mass on 3 February. This saint is the protector of the throat, and it seemed a wise thing to attend, given the cold, damp weather, to get any help available.
I didn’t get any further than the Piazzetta when I was stopped in my tracks by the play of light and shade on the Palazzo Ducale.
Odio! Since I’m here, I may as well do some looking.
On Saturday, when I had a grand promenade of discovery with Fausto (Allogia Barbaria blog), and the Lord of the Wells, the latter had pointed out some markings between the arches of the columns shown below.
We conjectured that these could have been the marks of the artisans who sculpted the original capitals. Here are some of those incised marks.
Now, if only I had walked away, I would have achieved my original aim. But then my deviant eyes spotted more marks, this time on the inside of the arches. Who made these? Why were they made? We may never know.
Oh, stones, please talk to us. Release your wonderful secrets.