Since I have lived here, I cannot complain, but now that my Cristoforo has even obtained a modest lodging in Orta, I can say that I am satisfied. On June 15, the community gave us a nice feather bed, a wool blanket, a poplar table, some crockery and a candlestick. They say they will soon build a house for us in the square. Ah, thank goodness, finally we have a little respite! And thinking of the dark days in Milan, when poor Cristoforo even risked going to prison, while working for the most holy Fabbrica del Duomo. And now he is welcomed in the Riviera as a nobleman and models the statues like a modern Phidias in the small Martelli’s temple. What marvels can my Cristoforo create with his hands: look at these wonderful angels, who seem alive, they only lack speech!
To tell the truth, it's not all his doing. Many assistants help him, not only to model the faces and hands, which Cristoforo does with great skill, but also to beat the earth, sketch the shapes, prepare the oven and put them in to cook. And then they have to join the parts and put them in place. My poor Cristoforo could never do everything by himself!