'The past that no longer returns'. According to Palermo engineer Nicola Schicchi, the films he shot in his thirties in the 1960s represent this, first and foremost. How can one argue with such a statement about his own family films that clearly bore the weight of life lived and of time inexorably passing. But the Vucciria market, filmed in Palermo on 17 December 1963, somewhat belies the author of these splendid 8mm images. Certainly, those smiles of the children, those glances of the vendors and those gestures that get lost among the stalls and the thousand colours of the spectacle of a market representing a city that in turn condenses a world of a thousand histories, cultures, religions, culinary traditions, right in the middle of the Mediterranean, will never return. A market that is necessarily an eternal daily return, over the years, over the centuries. We are here yesterday, today, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow in Vucciria where time travels at a different speed. One meets Fernand Braudel, as passages from his 'La Mediterranée' echo, and one ends up at the home of the Renaissance sculptor and architect Antonello Gagini, as happens to Schicchi who films his tombstone. Something that never quite disappears, that will be there before