I visited Pompeii a few years ago. I love the feel of ruined cities for some reason. The roads were quite interesting, and were basically an open sewage system.

I visited Pompeii a few years ago. I love the feel of ruined cities for some reason. The roads were quite interesting, and were basically an open sewage system. There are stepping stones to cross the street. The stones are strategically placed so that horse-drawn carts can pass through. It was interesting to see the differences in residences between the haves and have-nots. The poor seemed to occupy little more than a capsule, if memory serves. Then there was the house of a well-to-do family a short distance away. It was the house of a politician, as I recall. So, even in those days, there was no such thing as a poor politician. Then there was a residence of someone rich, that actually had a private garden. Everyone seemed so packed together, with the poor rubbing shoulders with the rich. Mt Vesuvius was beautiful in the distance. coming from the harsh harsh land of Scotland, I do wish I was in the warm landscape of Italy. I wonder what constituted the middle class in Pompeii.