A moment of madness in the shape of self glorification and you have spoilt years and years of glorious work.
I don’t really care to know who Messrs Zagada or Craddock were, but do care that they spoilt temples made in honour of various Gods and Goddesses!
They were just humans with itchy fingers!
So what if Volpato came from Roma in 1841? Just wish he had maintained a diary instead
