From Raccontiamo Novara:
"Al punt dla munèda"
Here I am ... Today I am a ruin standing for a bet, but I also put a picture of my best times in it to show you what I was like ...
I was certainly not a bridge with great demands, but with my two solid and well planted arches on the central column, I gave an image of solidity, safety ... I did not cross, like some of my colleagues, important rivers such as the Arno, the Tiber or the Po, but only a small stream, the Terdoppio, which, however, can be scary when it is full ... In any case, there is always water to get your feet wet, and a bridge is fine here. .. I am a small bridge on the edge of the city, in the middle of the meadows but history has passed over me, the one with a capital "S", so to speak .... At least a couple of times ... The first, in 1800, I saw Napoleon Bonaparte pass by, the "first" who, after resting at Palazzo Bellini, with his troops continued on to Milan ... The second still a Napoleon, the "third" who was chasing the Austrians towards Magenta .. . Some say that I was built by Napoleon, but in reality I am much older ... I was born in that time that to pass the waters with dry feet through I know a bridge had to pay the service .. or rather a toll. It is from this custom that the name that I still carry on me comes from ... "al punt dla munèda" .... Now I'm here waiting for a flood to take me away, erasing the memory of Napoleons, armies and coins .. ...