Table of Known Installations of Public Turret Clocks
This table shows some of the turret clocks which were installed throughout Europe. It is not complete and mainly serves to illustrate the rate of adoption.
Unfortunately, there are hardly any surviving turret clock mechanisms that date before 1400, and the authenticity of those that do survive is disputed. One can thus only guess on the details of their construction (bar the von Wieck clock in Paris, for which a drawing of the going train exists).
N.B. The "country" column refers to the present (2012) international boundaries. For example, Colmar was in Germany in 1370, but is now in France.
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