From Issue 14
The Last Violin
Maker of Cremona
There are perhaps forty of them still working in the city where the violin was invented. Marta Bellucci spent three months with one of the youngest, who is sixty-three, and has begun to wonder what happens when there are none.
The workshop is on the second floor of a building that has not been painted since 1962. You climb a narrow staircase and pass a door marked Ulderico Bellucci — Liutaio, and you enter a room that smells of spruce and varnish and the slow, patient work of centuries. Signor Bellucci is already at his bench when I arrive, as he has been every morning for forty-one years.