Pompeii - the lost city

Mount Vesuvius. Some readers might remember it from their elementary school geography. This guy blew in 80 AD - it was then and still is an active volcano.

The almost 2,000 year old tectonic event caused so much damage that it entirely buried a bunch of Romans that hung out in the area. One such was the town of Pompeii.

In the Campania region of southern Italy we find this site of a major excavation labeled as Pompeii Scavi. You can reach the place by train from Naples. No more than 45 minutes.

Get off and walk to the main gate under 10 minutes. Then spend a whole day wandering around the stone cut roads and buildings imagining life 2,000 years ago.

Turns out it looked not much different than say a well developed suburban township you might find in the states today. Below are some vistas that were captured by yours truly during our travels...

Modern Church in Naples

Train station entrance to the underground line connecting to the main line to Pompeii

Modern day hieroglyphs can be found in the form of omnipresent graffiti all over the country..

Pompeii - Ruins dug up over centuries

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