Itinerary B
Piazza Armerina

[4] Voices that take shape

Doesn’t it feel like you can hear what the laurel-wreathed young man holding the diptych is declaiming or reciting? There is a burst of colours and hymns. Look…everyone turns their heads slightly to the right, and the sound of horses’ hooves approaching is getting louder and louder. Was Dominus about to enter his residence?