I return briefly on the situation at the East door of the garage: external yard has accumulated at various times successive layers of debris, dirt and various sediments unnaturally raising the courtyard floor..
Time to be remedied. First excavations brought to light a stone slab which the ancient builders placed at the same height at which it is finally situated the garage floor concrete level.. a good sign!
Unable to resist the heavy slab is raised with the thickness of wood .. Maybe it is an ancient burial? Has the fate wanted us to find it?
The burial actually proves a hot-pit for the collection of sewage of the barn, now buried and probably not more ancient than nineteenth-century, half covered by the stone and half a brick vault already partly ruined..
The illusion of an archaeological discovery has now awakened the "anxiety for the old", I'm caught by the sudden desire to put together an old
gazebo onion-style that I recovered, covered by a centuries-old vegetation, in the garden of an old eclectic villa of the surroundings.
In my disposal, seven uprights derived from T-profiles and a series of horizontal bands. The central plate has been completely destroyed: a heptagon is designed on a thick sheet metal than shaped and drilled. Using a scale and with the help of a collaborator you can proceed to a first provisional assembly ..
Temporary and unsatisfactory: the seven pillars, two have a different shape from the other, more abundant, probably the heptagon of the original plant resembled a kind of ellipse but it is almost impossible to match the horizontal bands with this oblong shape.
The only way to adapt them to the perimeter will be to place the two "oblong legs" next each other obtaining a shorter side coincident with the headband of access to the pavilion. So it assumes an "igloo type" conformation..
The table, (similar shape and coming from the same garden) it fits perfectly.. A sign that the desired shape from the old blacksmith has been today properly interpretated!
Both artifacts date back to the time when the Titanic plowed the oceans .. The old blacksmith would be pleased to know that they still fit!
A debate followed by a referendum among the residents and the visitors of the Citrogarage about whether it is appropriate to paint it white or leave it's "tour
eiffel colour" resolves to preserve the patina of yesteryear: The discovery and application of a exceptional product "
rust-protective", the Owatrol oil, will guagantee a perfect work:
The original onion-shaped spire made of zinc plates welded, unfortunately does not make the hoped-for figure on top of the gazebo: a century of winters has crushed and reduced to a trickle.. we proceed to a series of preliminary findings its reconstruction:
In the meantime, a mesh of pleasantly rusty iron wire is woven between the posts and along the sides to support the transfer and the grip of vegetation..
To be continued!