VII. Colesseo - The Coliseum. Heather sang a portion of a Tom Waits song for me and its been in my head since. Heres the lyrics so perhaps itll be stuck in your head too:
The women all control their men
The Colosseo is impressive, designed to house something like 50,000 people who came to watch thousands of animals, slaves, gladiators, and prisoners of every faith put to death in spectacular ways. The place may have had a canvas roof over the seating to provide shade, and rumor has it the floor could be flooded to stage mock naval battles. I don't think there is any stronger evidence of a society with too much time and money on its hands. But perhaps the most striking thing about it is it's exactly like any arena in any city in the U.S. (In fact, the word "arena" comes from the Latin word for sand, "harena," used to soak up the blood of the acts staged there.) You can easily see it being used for a baseball or football game today. But the inside is a disappointment. It's pretty much all ruin.
Even the exterior only has a small portion of the original façade, and its this youll see in all the photos. But go around to the backside and youll see the layers of façade stripped away. Post-Empire Romans used the Colosseo and the entire Forum as a marble quarry to build their new city from the ruins of the old for hundreds of years before it became a tourist attraction worthy of preservation. So now you have to use your imagination, and 10,000 lire, to get a feel for what the mighty Colosseo might have been like in its heyday.
VIII. We skipped the neighboring Palatine Hill. Its not worth the 12,000 lire, about 8 U.S. dollars, to get into the park unless you have not seen and will not get a chance to see any other Roman ruins at all. There's just not that much to see. We even skipped the Forum, though its free. We walked past, looking through the fence, and saw the few stray columns and piles of rock, hot and crowded in the summer.
An amazing jaunt for a single
day by a couple
of slackers, eh? Ive undoubtedly forgotten at least one holy/ancient/amazing
church/ruin/museum in there, but we saw so much it was utterly overwhelming.
And the whole way my guide insisted on taking the back streets and side
alleys, all filled with charming cafes, incredible churches, and odd shops.
And all of these decorated in sumptuous style with marble faces looking
down from the frames of windows, doors studded with brass knobs, and arches
opening to courtyards containing beautiful fountains.
A nap and a bath
and we charged back out for more.
All total we spent 10 hours walking that day. Yep, 10, I counted them on my blistered toes.
I woke up this mornin', feelin'
round for my shoes
Know by that I got these old walkin' blues, well
Woke this mornin' feelin round for my shoes
But you know by that, I got these old walkin' blues
Lord I feel like blowin my old lonesome horn
Got up this mornin, my little Bernice was gone, Lord
I feel like blowin my lonesome horn
Well I got up this mornin, whoa all I had was gone
Well, leave this mornin' if I have to, ride the blinds
I feel mistreated, and I don't mind dyin'
Leavin this mornin', if I have to ride the blind
Babe, Ive been mistreated, baby and I don't mind dyin'
Well, some people tell me that the worried blues ain't bad
Worst old feelin' I most ever had
Some people tell me that these old worried old blues ain't bad
It's the worst old feelin', I most ever had
Shes got a elgin movement from her head down to her toes
Break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes
Ooh, from her head down to her toes
Lord, she break in on a dollar, most anywhere she goes
Walking Blues, a traditional tune done by Robert Johnson, amongst countless others.
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