Redentore Church

I was 67 when a terrible plague epidemic broke out in the middle of summer, killing one in three Venetians.

After a year, the Senate decides to invoke divine help by voting for a new church. A few years ago I had succeeded Sansovino in the position of Proto della Serenissima, or chief architect of the Republic: I was designing inspired, relentlessly, an intertwining of floors and volumes of white marble, bricks and marmorino that grew quickly, for the first procession on the pontoon bridge that I had time to see, the church still under construction, on the threshold of my seventies. The plague was over.

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