HH has a way of describing travel exhaustion: the museum shuffle. That’s when you walk three steps, pause, walk three steps, pause, repeat. Funny isn’t it that you can walk several miles easily but in an hour of the the museum shuffle you find ourselves aching everywhere?
We took the Metro out to Ostia Antica. After a cab to the Colosseum we caught the train which took thirty minutes due west, towards the Mediterranean. Ostia was the port of Ancient Rome and was once home to 50,000. As the Tiber River silted up the the city lost importance and by the sixth century, or so it was abandoned. During the Medieval era it sprang to life for a while. It is now about 3km from the ocean and is a laboratory of how Romans of the 1st century lived. Most sides of the buildings are preserved and some terrific mosaic floors are in tact.
Here is a fragment of a mosaic, note the tiny marble chips.
The museum at Ostia has some wonderful marble busts.
This is everyone’s favorite.
Of course, everyone Roman city had a theater.
Last night we returned to Antonio’s. here one of the cooks is retrieving artichokes from an outside display.
A peek at our meal. Grilled vegetables, artichokes boiled and deep fried, veal and pasta with garlic, oil and pepper acini. Again.
Yesterday as HH napped I came upon these two guys. I tipped them a euro which they deserved.
I went looking for a pharmacy and stumbled upon this 100 year old, tiny, farmacia. The owner, a lady in her 80′s told me this fountain has been operating since the opening. Water pours out continually. Romans are proud of their water ever since the aqueduct system brought water from the mountains. They encourage you to drink tap water, something we won’t do.
Headed home in the morning. We are really looking forward to it. Wonderful Wendy is bringing four of her Housewives of Evanston to our house and the beach for a long weekend. That’ll be great.