Skip to main content

Sunday November 12. Naples. 13.4 km.

 Today we got out of the city, taking a local train to Pompeii where we spent a good four hours back in a city, but this time an ancient one in ruins.  Pompeii surprises by its sheer size. It was an old city, founded around the 7th century BC. Many peoples shaped it, including Greeks, Etruscans, and Samnites (people from today’s southern Italy).  When the tyrant Sulla conquered the city in 89 BC, it became a Roman city. At the time of its destruction, in 79 AD when Mount Vesuvius erupted, there were between 11,000 and 20,000 people living here. Most managed to escape, but some were smothered by the huge quantities of hot ash.

Pompeii was a wealthy port city, and full of large elegant homes. There were probably around 5 slaves for each Roman, enabling the Roman citizens to live lives of leisure.

The city was walled.  Bricks were the main building materials, but all covered with a sturdy plaster and made to look like marble.  Stone was used too, especially the fairly easy to work tufa rock. The streets were laid out in straight lines, and the houses were all attached. There were many many shops, plus all the industries one could expect: we saw bakeries, a laundry and a tanner’s. I imagine that it looked somewhat like a country Italian town today, except way better organized with way more public buildings (forum, market, gyms, sports fields, administrative buildings, swimming pool, baths, arena, two theatres, many temples…)

Here are a few photos. It was a fairly rainy day, with a few patches of sunshine. Vesuvius was stubbornly hidden, but from a high point the sea was visible.


Looking towards the forum.

A typical street.

A pretty intact house. Wealthy houses all had an interior courtyard, usually with a small square pool.  Many also had a back garden for flowers and vegetables.
A dining room. Like most rooms, fairly small. Diners would  lie inclined on their side facing the “table” in the centre. What look like steps in the back were for water to cascade down and cool off the air around the diners.  Traces of lovely blue landscape paintings remain on the walls.


And here is the back wall of a small room used as a bedroom and a room for rest. A very large snake is winding its way up the tree trunk.

There was much we didn’t see, including several wealthy villas outside the city.  Saved for another trip!  As is so much still to see in Naples - castles, palaces, art galleries…  We are off to an island tomorrow, hopefully not in the rain!


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

September 5

 I landed at Heathrow this morning at 6 am, a very inconvenient time to get a room and rest! But my student residence accommodation includes a common room with handy couches for a short snooze. The neighbourhood abuts on Regent’s Park, complete with gorgeous flowerbeds.   The Queen Mary’s rose garden in Regent’s Park. My neighbourhood wandering took me to the Wallace House which used to be one of the homes of the marquesses of Hertford.  The Hertfords were fabulously rich, mainly from extensive land holdings, and in the 18th and 19th centuries avid art collectors.  They obviously had Trumpian home decorating tastes. Here are two of their many clocks, all of which need frequent ‘fine tuning’, it appears. I particularly liked two 18th c British paintings by Sir Joshua Reynolds in their collection: Mrs Carnac and the hauntingly strange Strawberry Girl.

Sat Oct 4. London.

19 days walking on pilgrimage paths for a total of 395 km or 245 miles on foot (not that arduous - an average of 20.7 km per day, and lots of ‘rest days’ staying put in one place).  All of that undone in 1.5 hours on a Eurostar train.  I’m not entirely sure what conclusion I’m drawing from that comparison, but I’m back where I started, in London.   On my way to my lodgings (I’m staying in a Buddhist retreat centre) I decided to visit the first visitable place to cross my path, which turned out to be the Foundling Museum.  Horrified by the sight of infants being abandoned on 18th c London streets, a prosperous seaman, Thomas Coram, spent 17 years raising awareness and funds, as well as obtaining royal permission to build London’s first children’s charity. Opened in 1739, the Foundling Hospital continued its work until the 1950s, and actually is still active as a non-institutional resource, under a different name. Here is a photo of it in 1935. So many similarities to ...

Saturday September 6

 I have given myself today and tomorrow in London before starting the walk. A good thing because I’m having technical difficulties getting on to the AirB&B site that I need to access for my Monday night accommodation… Today I had a lovely walk to Canary Wharf along quiet streets bordering the Thames. The tide was high and the water a bit agitated, but the sun was warm and the strollers happy.  Over 25,000 bombs fell on this area of London in WWII as the Germans fully recognised the importance of maritime trade to British resilience. Some warehouses have survived (or been rebuilt) and the extensive blocks of post-war flats are very attractive (and very very expensive.) I had a pleasant break in a sixteenth century pub, the ‘Prospect of Whitby’, where Charles Dickens would come to listen to dock folk - original flagstone floors and a pewter counter on the bar.  From the waterfront balcony patrons in earlier days could watch as pirates and smugglers were hung from a gibb...