Here's the thing. I have little
archaeological imagination. Okay, that's a stretch. I have no
archaeological imagination. All I see are rocks. Orderly rocks. But they're just rocks.
See...orderly rocks. In rows, columns and geometric shapes. Jason tells me that this was once the "new"
agora. Which is new to 200 A.D. Yeah, you read that right--new. An
agora is a giant market place. Consider it the vibrant and bustling Roman town center. (A bit of history -- Jason insists -- the Romans used to run Greece.) Sorry, I am still seeing rocks.
Main street of the old
agora. Funny, I think I have seen these rocks somewhere before.
Look at Jason. Sorting out the rocks. If you are wondering what he's doing -- well, he's reading the guide book, piecing ancient histories together, recreating the town center and loving every minute of it. (Me? I was a bit tired of the rocks. So I took a picture of Jason's back.)
Here's the thing. I have little archaeological imagination. Okay, that's a stretch. I have no archaeological imagination. All I see are rocks. Orderly rocks. But they're just rocks.
See...orderly rocks. In rows, columns and geometric shapes. Jason tells me that this was once the "new" agora. Which is new to 200 A.D. Yeah, you read that right--new. An agora is a giant market place. Consider it the vibrant and bustling Roman town center. (A bit of history -- Jason insists -- the Romans used to run Greece.) Sorry, I am still seeing rocks.
Main street of the old agora. Funny, I think I have seen these rocks somewhere before.
Look at Jason. Sorting out the rocks. If you are wondering what he's doing -- well, he's reading the guide book, piecing ancient histories together, recreating the town center and loving every minute of it. (Me? I was a bit tired of the rocks. So I took a picture of Jason's back.)
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