Two massive piers of mortared stone frame an opening several yards wide. A few thin, dead vines still cling to them, one reaching all the way to where the rise of the arch begins. The beveled stones, linked to one another, reach their perfection of design at the great keystone. On the face of this keystone are the worn swirls of a chiseled saying, now lost to time. It is a testimony to the strength and age of the arch.
