One of the many nameless saints, without apparent identity, who populate the spires of the Cathedral. The gaze of this bearded saint, wrapped in a toga like an ancient consul, is turned towards the West, where the square is located. Perhaps he is one of the senators of Mediolanum, the capital of the Western Empire, who is looking for a way to go to the forum, to discuss the laws, think about the provisions, regulate customs. The Cathedral also hosts this past and it matters little whether he was a saint or not. He is sanctified because he is part of the city, foundations that support its modern buildings. He brings his left hand to his chest, as if waiting to speak. He will certainly have many things to say.