Graniglia floor, two windows directly on the street, cars, banquet and tools from the end of the nineteenth century. This is how Marco Ceccagnoli's workshop / workshop presents itself, a young Perugian who - attracted by the manual skill and the desire not to lose that memory that Angelo Casciari, his master, was leaving in via Fabretti, definitively closing the shutters, given the age and the desire to rest - he decides to become a cobbler, dreaming of being a shoemaker.

From San Crispiano to San Crispino «Because the shoemaker makes shoes from scratch. Just like Saint Crispinus and Saint Crispianus respectively protectors of shoemakers and cobblers, the latter mended the footwear for the less well-off, the former instead built them from nothing ", and as the iconography exposed in the shop clearly tells, a few tools are enough and a great desire to ennoble those knowledge and the manual skills that have made Italy great, but which, disappearing, give way to the mass consumption. In this case, to those shoes, almost disposable that you buy with little money and wear a few times, produced with some kind of exploitation to which Marco, bent over his 'Singer' of the early twentieth century, with the radio that plays classical music, almost in synchronous with the pedal and the needle of the sewing machine seems to want to resist.

The master and the pupil "But I am nothing, I have simply started a few years ago, it is Angelo who must be told, he is the master, he is the one who has dedicated over 60 years to the profession, everyone knows him, he is a pure craftsman , it is his knowledge that must be kept ». Marco is grateful to Angelo, who in turn inherited the trade from another shoemaker, and that is why those tools pass to the third generation, without the need to be in the least ostentatious. In fact, in the shop there is no wallpaper with colored vertical bands or plaster pilasters, not even the old retro leather armchair that was found by the very well-stocked suburban junk, or the vintage graphics on the neon-lit sign , not even the Facebook page. It was all as it was before that gate closed.

Young people return Everything as when probably in the street there was still the comings and goings of students, teachers, foreigners and tourists who run fast and often almost stuck to the walls let the buses that transport students to the university pass, a few steps away from the lab. Everything stopped, except the machines and the tools that continue to sew, smooth and shape the shoes not only of the adults and the elderly of the neighborhood, old customers of Angelo, but also of young people who go to Marco because tired of the approved product they ask for a personalization , through a particular coloring or seam. Customer: Hello, is it allowed? Marco: Good morning lady, say. Customer: Look, I have a pair of white leatherette shoes that I don't like anymore they can be colored black? Marco: It depends on what you mean by leatherette lady. Client: Well I don't know, they call it leatherette but it could also be plasticaccia. Marco: You wear them when you can take a look ... something we will do. Customer: Thank you, and how much would you come? Marco: I believe a dozen euro lady. Customer: Ah! ... and then I celebrate! A slow world There is a world that runs fast and one that runs slowly in Via Fabretti, in the latter there is a window with a lit light bulb and a young cobbler bent over an old 'Singer' to mend and sew boots and shoes, dreaming of being able to become a shoemaker and make his shoes, completely ecological, perhaps with the sole obtained directly from waste materials, such as machine tires and the upper not in animal skin but in hemp or cotton. "Shoes - he says - that love the environment more".