Please look up before straying along the alleys getting lost in time.
By now we perceive the place crossing Piazza Pinto, the beating heart of the village, and going up the stairway present in all photographs of Pisciotta.
Walking along the ancient walls of Palazzo Pappacoda from Piazza dei Caduti we catch a view of the green panorama of Pisciotta and proceed into a small widening named after Monsignor Luigi Pappacoda leading into via Roma (before via Serra). This is the central axis of the medieval borrough. Before walking through it, please have a look up: A sundial seems to be the right thing if you like to browse through the past as if in that very spot had started the story of life, everyday and extraordinary life of our small medieval town.
The sundial is situated on the edge of the front of one of the first palatial houses called Palazzetto Saulle. Now the meridian or sundial is nearly indistinguishable and the gnomon that cast the shadow disappeared a long time ago. The position of this sundial is not very strategic and seems just to be an eccentricity of the former owner and was not a real necessity to cadence time. It could have been a way to show his social standing. Now we are in via Serra (now via Roma), the central axis and most ancient inhabited place. This narrow street connects Palazzo Marchesale and the Mother Church which means symbolically the political authority against the religious authority. This is the street of the lords of the palaces, the richest families, Palazzo Saulle, Palazzo Pinto, the Chapel of St. Michael Arcangel, Palazzo Mandina, the seat of the Townhall, and Palazzo Francia. We arrived in Piazza Michelangelo Pagano from where you enter laterally into the Main Cathedral of Pisciotta. Leaving via Serra and Piazza Pagano we now walk through Via Pendino and have a look on other buildings of architectual interest, just like the Roman church of St. Peter's, the Chapel of the Mercede and Palazzo Ciaccio. They all withhold the echo of our history and close the fortified borrough.
For a moment, time politely stopped on the sundial and so we move on.