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Castle of Arta
Tecnifibre Razor Soft 17g Tennis String Set: Sit down a minute, there's no hurry at our age. The fortress stands on the abandoned lower town of ancient Ambracia, deserted since the founding of Nicopolis in 31 BC, and the ancient ashlar is still down there in the footings if you look. The castle itself dates to the early thirteenth century, when Arta was the capital of the Despotate of Epirus, and a monogram attributed to Michael II Komnenos Doukas, who ruled from 1230 to 1266 or 1268, was found inside it. Byzantine, Angevin, Serbian and Albanian forces besieged it each in their turn. The Ottomans took it in 1449 and held it, with brief Venetian interruptions, until Arta was annexed to Greece in 1881. Everybody wanted it.
Gather round, friends, and I'll give you a verse — every good thing in this world deserves a song, and this one's earned hers. (Strums.) Oh, the Razor Soft Seventeen, the truest string I've strung… Tecnifibre's control family, the Razor line, is famous for placing a ball like a well-turned rhyme — precise, low-powered, nothing wasted. And the Soft telling of the tale?
That's the version I sing: a gentler co-poly formulation, kind to the picking arm, warm in the hand like an old guitar neck, with all the placement of her stern sisters. At 1.25 millimeters, the 17 gauge plays the brighter register — more feel, more spin, quicker off the strings. One 40-foot set strings one racquet, one song per singer.
And like every folk song worth carrying, she gives you exactly what you put into her, verse after verse, and never lies.
Now here's why I settled in Arta, Greece — because this town has the greatest folk song of them all. The Bridge of Arta: forty-five masons and sixty apprentices building all day, and every night the bridge falls down — you know the ballad, every Greek does — until the master builder makes his terrible sacrifice and the bridge finally stands.
And friends, the bridge STANDS, right there over the Arachthos, Ottoman stonework on maybe Roman roots, and from 1881 to 1912 the very frontier between two nations ran across its hump. A song you can WALK ON.
You'll use this string everywhere from a morning hit by the castle walls to an evening session in orange-grove air, and by the way, Arta's oranges are themselves a chorus — eat one warm off the tree and try not to sing. Now, four verses left in tonight's set. Walk with me and I'll sing you every one.
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