Sunday, December 1, 2019

The Coliseum


      As with Vatican City, we had to do some preliminaries before we could get into the coliseum.  We rode the subway to a station close to the coliseum.  We met our local guide who took us to, yes, you guessed it, a church!
     This one had something other than art to display.  The present-day church was built on top of not one but two other churches.  Down into the bowels of the earth we went.  The floor we walked on was on a level with some old faded artwork that at one time was high on the wall of the previous church.
     Apparently, they “cut” the old walls down and used the stone to fill the old church up to make a foundation for the new church.  Then the modern archaeologists came in and excavated pathways and discovered the old walls and a few artifacts of the previous church.
      We went down once more and found the first church.  Things down that deep weren’t in such good shape, but we could see where the old walls had been and how they had been knocked down part of the way to make a foundation for the second church. 
     I was reminded of the Jarvik Center in York, England.  When the cathedral there threatened to fall over, they did an emergency dig to build a huge new foundation for it.  In the process, they found three different civilizations, one from medieval days, one from Roman days (the Roman aqueducts were still functioning) and one from Celtic and Viking days.
      Being two stories down was impressive and oppressive.  It was chilly, damp, and dark down there.  After a brief rest during which we spread out to various coffee shops to find restrooms, we regathered in front of the church and commenced our march on the Coliseum.  



     It was quite warm above ground.  We didn’t know what to expect weather wise and had packed jackets and even long underwear for our Italy trip.  We only had one day when it threatened to rain on us, and most days we ended up carrying our jackets, it was that warm.  We were informed that it can be quite miserably hot in the summer time visiting the Coliseum.
      One of the advantages of being with a group, someone else stood in line and got the tickets, so we only had to stand and wait our group’s turn at the turnstiles.  Entering the Coliseum was further delayed by everyone going through a metal detector.
     So we had plenty of time to gawk at the exterior of the place.



Martin, our guide 


The crew, waiting in the Roman sun

     The place was quite crowded, and again we were told that this was light traffic compared to the summer crowds.  Who would want to go in the summer if the weather is hot and miserable and the crowds are huge?
      As we walked around the upper level, not quite the highest level, we couldn’t help but compare the Coliseum to a modern sports stadium.  The ramps and stairs outside the arena, the archways for entering and exiting, the bowl shape designed to accommodate a lot of spectators leads again to that question:  How did those guys build so well in those olden days?  How did they know to do all that they did?  What machinery did they have to raise stone walls that high and that strong?
      I have watched a couple of documentaries on the Coliseum.  One was speculation on how the contestants got into the arena.  They may have had hand operated elevators to bring them up to arena level.  There were tunnels and pathways to channel the contestants to the right part of the field.  We didn’t get to see much of that.





      A lot of the Coliseum is being renovated.  That is, they are trying to restore things to the original and keep the place from falling apart.  In a city full of ancient ruins, you see a lot of restoration work going on.



      As you stand there gazing at the 2000 year old structure, another thought enters your head:  If those walls could talk, what horror stories of human slaughter could they tell?  What kind of person would find that entertaining?  Maybe we have progressed beyond that.  Maybe.



     Leaving the Coliseum, we once again stood and waited.  This time, Martin, our guide, went in search of a lost soul who had somehow got separated from the flock.  Once our number was restored, we took a shorter tour of some other ruins in the neighborhood that are in the process of being restored.


      We were reminded that in the early Christian era, the popes often demanded that pagan structures be destroyed.   But the Romans were quite good at recycling, which explained why in a lot of buildings, the columns don’t always match, because they were removed from some pagan structure and used to build a church.  One column could come from one building and its mate could be from another destroyed building. 


     One of the last things we saw as we left, a church sat up on a little hill among all the other old buildings.  It was in opposition to the church we had visited earlier.  It had been built on ground level (an old painting showed it sitting at street level).  Sometime after it was built, the earth was removed from around it leaving it on its own little hill.  A set of stone steps had been added, which led up to the entrance.


      We divided into two groups after our local guide left us.  Martin took most of the group to the subway.  He pointed out that we were really in walking distance to our hotel.  We only had to walk across a giant courtyard, through a city center and we would be on the main street where we had alighted from our bus two days previous.
      We elected to walk, but I have heard too many times in my life, “you can’t miss it.”  We teamed up with two or three other couples and away we went.  Needless to say, I wasn’t in the lead.  Randy had a cell phone and used the navigation feature quite well.  We stuck close to him.
     Our leaders didn’t seem to need guidance.  We ambled across a beautiful garden, through a few tunnels and came out at a city center.  My landmark was a chariot with four horses high atop a building.  We had viewed them from many different angles during our day.  They were to our back when we reached the city center.


       Martin said, “Just straight across” the “circus” it would be called in London. The streets were like the spokes of a wheel, and the center was the hub.  Darned if I could figure out “straight across”, so we followed our two leaders.  They seemed to know intuitively which was “our” street. 
      We worked our way carefully across two streets and took the third one.  Soon we began to see familiar streets and buildings and we were back to our hotel.  As I recall that experience, I am reminded of one other thing about Rome.  Pedestrians do not have the right of way.  You had better by gosh watch where you are walking. 
     Well sir, after the Coliseum, our tour was nearly finished.  We had our last group dinner that evening.  The wine flowed freely and it got a bit noisy.  A Roman family had the misfortune to sit near the 28 of us.  After about 15 minutes, a few of them got up from their table.  I thought maybe they were leaving because we were too noisy.
     I asked the patriarch if we were too noisy.  He shook his head no.  Then I saw they were letting a couple of their ladies out to visit the powder room, so I relaxed.  The man came over to me and said, “Is not a question in Rome.”  We laughed.  Being too noisy is not possible in Rome, I guess.
    Technically, our tour ended on the morrow, but the only thing left was one more hotel breakfast.  Martin greeted us at breakfast and bid us farewell.  He was off to the subway, to the train station, where he would take a train to Venice and start the same tour with another group in three or four days.  Hmmm.  Not the way I would like to make a living, but it suited Martin.
    Many of our number were off after breakfast, too.  A few of our number stayed one more night in the hotel and were off Friday morning.  Another couple stayed until Saturday.  We ran into them at the hotel Friday evening.  They had walked the neighborhood visiting churches.  They couldn’t believe how many churches there were.
     We had gone a different direction, but with the same experience, seeing many churches.  We only visited one, however.  The advantage to visiting a church is you set your own admission fee.  If you want to sit and take a rest, you surely may.  If you are inclined (or reclined), you can do quite a lot of art appreciation, too.
     We still had a day left on our three-day Metro passes, so we decided we had better use them first and our shoe leather after they expired.
          

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