Aix-en-Provence

Aug. 21st – Next, disaster struck. On the train to Marseilles (not a safe city, or so every French person told us), someone swiped Amber’s suitcase. Fortunately, she had her passport, most of her credit and bank cards, and her digital camera. But they got all her clothing, toiletries, and leather bags purchased in Florence. Needless to say, reporting said crime in Aix was not a highlight of the trip.

But fortunately we didn’t have a heavy tourist day planned, so we could flexibly visit the Police “Hôtel” twice, where Amber could be interrogated when an English-speaking officer was on duty. Aix was the birthplace of Post-Impressionist painter Paul Cézanne, and we got to walk down a memorialized street between his childhood home, Jas de Bouffan, and his former studio, Atelier Cézanne. After lunch at a pizzeria on the main strip (I had previously refused pizza dining in Italy because Naples is the place to eat pizza), I was keen to visit the small Impressionist museum, Musée Granet (Place Saint-Jean de Malte, 13100 Aix-en-Provence). Our ticket was good for two separate exhibits in two different buildings, the other being Site Granet XXe, the collection of Jean Planque. The latter was cool, because it was a sample of one collector housed inside a former church. Amber took some nice photographs of the interior. Perhaps more art exhibits ought to be displayed in old churches. Impressionism is my favorite art style, and it was something easy to do in the afternoon. We also whiled away our time browsing the outdoor stalls along the main promenade, Cours Mirabeau. You can also admire the Fontaine de la Rotonde in the heart of town; the most lovely roundabout you ever saw.

We didn’t have any memorable dining experiences, so Amber thought we could have left Aix off the itinerary. I found it restful, especially after yesterday, and our French-only-speaking AirBnB host was charming (wish I had snapped a photo of the resident dog). Onwards!

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~Jessica

Antibes

Aug. 20th – Arrivederci Italia! Bonjour France! On the recommendation of a French friend, we decided to sleep in nearby Antibes rather than the focal city, Nice. But first, we stopped in Monaco because Amber wanted to step foot in a new country. So we did. We walked from the train to the famed casino and back to the train. It was hot and expensive looking. I sat on a park bench with the luggage in the artificial-looking park while Amber attempted to get into the casino for a photograph. Unfortunately it didn’t open until the afternoon, so we left. Been there, done that.

We got off an earlier train stop to walk through Nice on our way to the recommended lunch stop. Some parts were shady-looking, but the weather was good. Around this point, I realized how much easier it had been getting around because I knew a bit more Italian than French. My only French learning had been one year in high school, while I had been trying Italian in my free time for the past three years, supplemented by numerous Italian trips. French was also more slippery to speak and harder to be understood in (plus French people spoke much less English than the Italians we met did). Around now I could appreciate how German and Italian are pronounced just the way they are written — so much more straightforward! We sampled the cuisine in Nice for lunch, at one of the longest lines we had encountered.

Amber was unimpressed with Nice, so we continued on to Antibes, which she liked much much better. It was a small town, but had a pebble beach, and old walls, and lots and lots of naked male art on metal poles. And I do mean lots. We dropped off our luggage in the second hostel of our trip (the four other beds were taken so we couldn’t even bunk together in the same bunk bed), which had an automatic air conditioner that stayed on as long as any lights in the room/bathroom were on (ugh, right?). Naturally, Amber wanted to do an intensive explore of the little city, as usual. Unfortunately, I had developed a sore throat from the A/C, so Amber conceded and we relaxed with a pot of herbal infusion (mint tea for me, green for Amber) rather than walk endlessly and swim at the beach and photograph a thousand things… Then we picked a simply lovely little restaurant for early dinner (7pm) after checking out half a dozen of them, and prepared to be astounded by our first amazing French meal. The chef let us have a table despite not having made reservations, but she turned down other, later parties after that. Rule for France: make reservations; they love it. But oh what a meal!

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Nicoise lunch: René Socca (2 Rue Miralheti, 06300 Nice). Socca is a flat crepe-like food made of chickpea flour and common in Nice. The line for this outdoor takeaway place was so long, Amber didn’t even think the food worth it in the end. We had fried fish and fried vegetables and socca and more. We were so tired walking there, carrying all of our luggage, that it probably diminished our meal a little bit. But Amber ordered use two local beers (also made from chickpeas!) and I couldn’t have been happier. I almost made friends with the local pigeons, furtively feeding them fried batter when the waiters weren’t looking.

best dinner: Le Carnet de Bord (1 Rue James Close, 06600 Antibes). We had an amazing foie gras to share at the start. Then I ordered the chicken (I missed non-seafood) while Amber went with grilled fish. She loved hers. We were fortunately too full for dessert, as dining would prove to be considerably more expensive in France than Italy.

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~Jessica

Genova

Aug. 19th – Stopping in Genoa/Genova (the birthplace of Cristoforo Colombo) was purely meant to break up the long haul between Cinque Terre and the French Riviera. Instead, we were delighted to find Genova actually had something to offer. It’s the largest working port in Italy, so we did try some seafood (Amber’s rules). It was super humid and hot, which made walking around on foot less fun than otherwise. (Be sure to kill all the mosquitos before you go to bed — no joke, I killed dozens in our budget hotel room at Hotel Nologo.)

After an excellent lunch to recharge our energy, the touristing began. There is one street you must visit, Via Garibaldi; it is UNESCO-listed because of the “opulent 16th-century residences, museums & Renaissance palaces” (Google). These have been adapted to house businesses, especially banks, but it’s pretty cool to freely wander in the front foyer / atriums. It felt like a free museum ‘preview’ of multiple buildings, and it’s hard for photographs to capture the coolness of the street because it’s so narrow, and each building facade so large.

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Since Amber loves scenic overlooks and city panoramas, we then hit up Spianata Castelletto. I guess it’s on top of Belvedere Montaldo, but the views were.. industrial. There was a bit of a hazy humidity but Amber was happy. I helped a couple children retrieve their toy stuck in a water fountain drain, which was charming. Then, a group of young tourists tried to photobomb Amber with her selfie stick (I was done with pictures after our humid ascent). We found they were visiting their local friend, who then introduced us to the “best” gelato in Genoa, Don Paolo (Spianata di Castelletto, 57r, 16124 Genova, Italy). I was tempted by some frozen cream puffs in the freezer display, but eventually picked a gelato that melted as soon as we left the Bar Gelateria. Yes, it was that hot out in mid-August. Then an Italian man stopped us to discuss China and the US’s progress in the Olympics. Because, tourists. I think tourists really are much more rare there, particularly such non-European looking ones as ourselves.

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The last thing I wanted to see was the Corso Italia — the promenade that locals walk on at night, to see and be seen. And I made the mistake of believing we could walk to it from downtown. My offline map said it would be a 30 minute walk. There were so many construction sites that didn’t look like much, particularly the stairs around Giardini Francesco Coco (not much of a garden) and Scalinata delle Tre Caravelle (yes it’s possible to walk up these stairs, as Amber convinced me to do so). But there’s a lot of elevation change in the city, so it’s quite steep down to the shore. By the time we arrived, it was dinner time, so no one was there. Lovely. I refused to walk back to our room, and Amber found the next bus with Google Maps. They didn’t sell tickets on the bus, so we quietly boarded, sat, and said nothing. When we returned to our room, we both used the hotel WiFi looking for the ideal bar for aperitivi – pre-dinner drinks with snacks. It had become an affordable means of dining, for students and the like, because the antipasti were free and rotated constantly, so you only have to pay for drinks. Alas, we couldn’t decide which one, because they were all a little bit aways, and Amber’s not a big drinker, but we wound up quite happy with our dinner choice in the end.

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best lunch: Officina di Cucina (Via Colombo, 17, Genova, Italy) di Leopoldo de Chiara. They do not speak English. But the food is really really good! The only menu is written on a large chalkboard hanging by the front door, so it probably changes regularly. Gotta love a place that rotates based on what’s local or in season. And I loved my dish, served with porcini mushrooms and scamorza cheese. Amber was craving panna cotta, which management was sad to say they didn’t have, but then she brought out something that for all intents and purposes — looked and tasted like panna cotta, but with pineapple and red currants on top.

best dinner: Les Rouges Cucina & Cocktails (Piazza Campetto, 8, Genova, Italy). The “speakeasy” we liked to call it. Amber wanted to get the prix fixe menu, but I pushed for just getting the dishes we really wanted rather than ask for substitutions and more than we could eat. The food was very gourmet and they had the coolest menu of the whole trip. The waiter, Jonatan, was also the general manager, and he recommended a wine or two, which was nice. Amber adored the raw shrimp appetizer the most, which came with spinach and beet sauces on the side. I liked the pasta, which tasted very fresh to my mind. And we were both keen for the creme brulee. We also had polpo (octopus) too for our secundo.

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Amber was playing around with taking photos of Piazza Matteotti outside the Ducal Palace (Palazzo Ducale – Fondazione per la Cultura):

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~Jessica

Cinque Terre

Aug. 17th – onwards to an Italian highlight for many vacationers, a tourist destination that neither of us had ever been to before! We chose to keep La Spezia as our base, and just travel to the ‘Five Lands’ by train at will. Instead of starting straight away to hit Cinque Terre, we asked our excellent host what she recommended about the area, the best way to get around, what activities to do locally. She pointed out some posted schedules and maps for the bus and boats and train, and then left us to get settled. She came back shortly afterwards to show us a newspaper clipping with an evening photograph of some lights at night festival — Festa della Madonna Bianca in Portovenere. Apparently it was happening THAT evening! There was either a bus or ferry boat to that town (not one of the Cinque Terre), so we decided to go with the €10 ferryboat (getting a special ‘night’ ticket for a return only after 10pm — we found out later, so we got a gelato while we waited ;). By taking the ferry boat, we would be able to see the coastline views along the way. We decided to save Aug. 18th all day for Cinque Terre — best decision we made on the trip. So worth it!

La Spezia and Portovenere:

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Tip #1 – Don’t buy your Cinque Terre pass the morning of your travels! There will be a freaking long line! That was annoying, but eventually we embarked on the train, and had enough time to see all five towns. And worth buying the ticket, because we did get checked by a train conductor at one point. Also a gypsy woman’s child tried to pickpocket inside my handbag when we tried to get back on the train in Riomaggiore — so keep your eye/hand on your valuables in crowded touristy areas.

Tip #2 – Check which hiking trails are open between villages. Weather conditions change the trail closures (and they aren’t as well maintained as you would think considering how famous they are. O Italy.) We were only able to do the two trails that were open, those between Monterosso-Vernazza, and Vernazza-Corniglia. We took the train to the end after checking out the first two villages (Riomaggiore and Manarola) and hiked backwards (southeast) towards La Spezia, so we could end in Corniglia and have dinner there.

In Vernazza, we took a well-deserved break from hiking to rent a canoe (€5/hour/person) and use our arms instead. Tip #2.5 – If you do this, wear your bathing suit, and pack plenty of water and sunscreen (you need both for the hike anyway!).

Tip #3 – When tired/hot/sore, have a glass of wine with your next meal. Does wonders for smoothing over rough edges in every friendship. Trust me.

best lunch: Osteria Da Bartali (Via del Torretto, 64/66, 19121 La Spezia SP, Italy). This might have been one of the best meals we had in Italy. Amber had been dying to order seafood up till this point. We ordered the frutti di mare pasta for our primo, then grilled octopus with olives and stuffed mussels for our secondi. ★★★★★ The focaccia in the bread basket was extra good. The spaghetti with mussels and clams was so fresh and creamy — it tasted like the sea. I love pasta, but my favorite dish turned out to be the stuffed mussels, which were amazing — they tasted like fatty meatballs with a fantastic tomato sauce.  All in all, lovingly made and deliciously flavored, and fresh fresh fresh! Only complaint: if you don’t speak Italian, service treated you second-class. We had to wait extra-long for our table, water and bread, menus, and dishes. Italians who arrived after us were served and gone before us, and this is one of the Slow Food nations.

best dinner: Il Buongustaio Cucina Casalinga (Via Fieschi, 164, 19018 Corniglia SP, Italy). Surprisingly delightful to sit indoors, because the view overlooked the sunset over the sea, bordered by the hillside vineyards of Corniglia. Of course we continued to order seafood, being on the coast, and had the mixed seafood risotto to share, which turned out to be plenty big and excellent. And we indulged in the dessert, a traditional sweet dessert wine (Sciacchetrà) that you dip biscotti (cantuccini) in. We picked this village to dine in out of the five villages, because it was noted as being the least touristy. This unfortunately meant the evening train we had planned to take back home didn’t stop there… but that’s what e-books are for.

Cinque Terre:

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Finally, a couple of panoramas Amber took of me:

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The water access of Riomaggiore

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Riomaggiore has bird murals along this walk

~Jessica

Lucca

August 16th – Next stop was the cute little town of Lucca. You can get there from Pisa by bus or train. We took the train for ease, but it was pretty cute too. We missed our train at Pisa S.Rossore by a minute, so we wandered the touristy area outside the Field of Miracles, which was the least fun part. I picked up bug spray and an anti-itch treatment — Italian mosquitoes are the worst, particularly the tiger mosquito (Stegomyia albopicta), which you can’t see, hear, or feel. A handful of African street sellers ran from the local Italian policewoman, but returned to hawking watches and sunglasses after she had moved on. We were starving, so we succumbed to the allures of an Indian stall (weirdly called Halal Food, Via Cammeo Carlo Salomone, 14). We ordered two chai masala and split one samosa. They all were surprisingly better than expected, and we should know — Amber has even been to India. The chai were served in thin white plastic cups that needed a double layer, they were so hot we thought the tea would melt the plastic. Satisfied, we then boarded the train to Lucca.

After we walked ages to our ghetto-looking inn (“just” outside the city walls), we dropped off our things, showered, and ate an awesome Italian lunch. Refreshed, we went to the Piazza dell’Anfiteatro expecting to see more remnants of a Roman amphitheatre. But instead it’s just a perfect oval plaza, now completely turned into a charming space, lined with nicely maintained windows and balconies of homes and cafes.

The special thing about Lucca is that it is an entirely walled city, and you can walk/bike around the inside of this raised wall. It’s quite spacious. The wall interior was a cool place to bike (Rick Steves estimated it takes 30 min. total), but my favorite place to bike inside Lucca was along these narrow canals that were very well-paved. Big cobblestones do not make for smooth sailing on a rental bike. We had an hour rental for €3 per bike – well worth it.

There was also an art exhibit happening around the town — the most moving I found to be “Hoodie” which was done by an American. I took a selfie with it while Amber got a closer look. We had higher expectations from our dinner based on the reviews, but then our waiter recommended the gnocchi (which was good) and his favorite dish, the meatballs (which was more like a dry falafel ball than anything close to the real Italian meatballs I’ve had). After our early dinner though, we were glad to retreat back to our sketch, but clean, apartment.

best lunch: Osteria Baralla (Via Anfiteatro, 5, Lucca LU, Italy). We tried the farro stew noted in Lucca cuisine although it looked like a basic taro-colored bean soup, for our antipasto. Then we had a classic ravioli with bolognese sauce for the primo, the stewed rabbit for the secundo. Naturally we were too full to have dessert! This place was really good though. Highly recommend.

best gelato: Gelateria Momo (Via della Fratta, 11, 55100 Lucca LU, Italy). We needed a sit-down break after biking, and this was pretty nice.

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~Jessica

Pisa

August 15th – We jumped next to Pisa, because of the Leaning Tower (Torre pendente di Pisa) and its proximity to Florence — easy travel. The Field of Miracles (Campo dei Miracoli) was packed. I felt like such a tourist, but Amber insisted we max out the photo opportunity with as many different poses as we could think of before the heat drove us into the shade. Amber was never afraid to pull out her “Asian grandma” umbrella, to shield us from the sun’s rays. There are four great religious edifices in that walled-in plaza: the Cathedral, the Baptistry, the Campanile (the bell tower), and the Monumental Cemetery.

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A lot of businesses were closed in August, so half the places we walked to would end up just being exercise (not a bad idea, burning off all the carbohydrates). But oh, what carbs! One cool foodie discovery: Farinata di ceci (or as I learned it, cecìna), a flattened, fried chickpea food of deliciousness. We couldn’t find it this time, but I had included a photo from a previous visit. I also posted a springtime photo I took of the edible flower buds of the caper bush (caper berries are the ones we usually see garnishing a dish). This visit, I could not find the statue of the wolf nursing Romulus and Remus, the twins who were abandoned and would grow to fight over the founding of Rome (you can tell who won by the name).

Best dessert: gelato and granita at Gelateria De’ Coltelli (Lungarno Antonio Pacinotti, 23, 56100 Pisa PI, Italy). Granita is semi-frozen dessert made from sugar, water and fruit flavorings, and tastes like a delicious, fresh slush Italian ice. Mine had Myrtle berry skins in it!

Best dinner: Osteria San Paolo (Via S. Paolo, 16, 56100 Pisa PI, Italy). A bit fancy, just south of the Arno river, but the wild boar stew with polenta was so tasty, and the ravioli hit just the right spot pasta-wise. We both ordered dessert but the winner was clearly the orange ricotta cake.

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The river Arno

One panorama: Scuola Normale Superiore di Pisa, with a Cosimo I Medici statue in front, standing in the Piazza dei Cavalieri, where the first Medici palace stood.

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~Jessica

Firenze

So for half the month of August, I was not posting because I was traveling. Here, I present my photos of food, history, art, architecture, and more.

August 13th – I flew in, and did a little evening shopping, dining, and walking while waiting for Amber, who explored Copenhagen on her layover. Breakfast of the champions? A cappuccino and a cream-filled croissant. Food is such a big feature for us when traveling in Italy, so I indulged in a black truffle pasta. I also love prosciutto, scamorza, mortadella, and stracchino.

We listened to Rick Steves’ Renaissance Walk and Uffizi Gallery audio tour guides, and as always it was both fascinating and enlightening. Many parts of the Uffizi were under renovation (the typical state of things). Did you know there’s a statue of the Duomo’s architect (inventor!), Brunelleschi, south of the Cattedrale di Santa Maria del Fiore/Il Duomo di Firenze, gazing up at his Cupola masterpiece? He completed the architectural wonder in 1436. We lucked out on the morning we were running for our Uffizi ticket (reservation has a specific time window!), because the Baptistry (Battistero di San Giovanni) doors were randomly open, and the inside was like gazing upon a golden-walled marvel. Lorenzo Ghiberti created the best bronze relief doors on the octagonal Baptistry.

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Inside the Baptistry

 

I really enjoy the statues of the Italian great inventors, scientists, and philosophers that lined the inner court of the Uffizi. The Birth of Venus (Nascita di Venere) by Botticelli, painted in the 1480s, is arguably the single most famous painting in that “offices” gallery. But my favorite is the painted bird ceiling of one room:

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Best lunch: handmade panino at Panini Toscani (Piazza del Duomo, 34R, 50122 Firenze). You get to sample three or four different meats and cheeses before picking which will go on your sandwich (olive, walnut, or plain focaccia), along with three or four toppings (e.g. fresh arugula, grilled peppers, marinated eggplant, dried tomatoes, etc.) SandwiChic for honorable mention.

Best dinner: porcini tagliatelle at Gustoleo (Via del Proconsolo, 8, 50122 Firenze, Italy). Such great aroma and flavor, plus delectable fresh handmade pasta.

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And here are the panoramas, to better appreciate such a view, and the perfect weather we had in Italy. This was taken from the Piazzale Michelangelo, which my college friends also went to ten years ago for a senior spring break (incidentally, we ate at Gustoleo ten years ago!). You can see the Ponte Vecchio over the Arno river, the Duomo, the Palazzo Vecchio, and more. I was exhausted climbing up to this lookout point, but my travel buddy, Amber, insisted. She took a nap while I re-hydrated at a life-saving water fountain on the way (N.B. public water fountains in Italy are amazing; I was sad to find them scarce in France!)

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~Jessica

What I have learned about Germany

Let’s start with an amusing liberal 5 minute German video in English (some NSFW language): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMQkV5cTuoY

Now that that has realigned your impressions of Germans… =)

I have been told that the north and south differ significantly, but this is not unlike other countries around the world, including the U.S. (P.S. Berliners and Bavarians aren’t “German” either.) Roughly speaking, southern Germans are more likely to be Catholic, conservative, and have a distinct dialect and/or accent. Northern Germany is more Protestant and liberal, and speak closer to what “Hochdeutsch” is meant to be (the ideal German is spoken from the region around Köln). After four years of living in Baden-Württemberg, I have noted the following cultural quirks about southern Germans:

  1. Big Sunday brunch — breads, spreads, etc.
  2. Have insurance — health, auto, personal liability, apartment contents, etc.
  3. Outdoor clothing — my kind of fashion!
  4. The outdoors (sailing, swimming, kayaking, hiking, biking, climbing, etc…)
  5. Respect the academic degree. 🙂
  6. Carbonate their beverages — water, wine, juice, etc.
  7. Open a beer bottle with anything but a bottle opener. 😛
  8. Punctuality and efficiency (celebrate the Deutsche Bahn, Autobahn).
  9. Bureaucracy — paper, paper, paper.
  10. Environmental (pretty clean, elaborate garbage rules, renewable energy sources).
  11. Love the car — clean it, tune it up, buy German.
  12. They’ve never seen “The Sound of Music”.
  13. They’re reserved, not cold. There’s a difference.
  14. Nudity is ok.
  15. Closed on Sundays. Everything. Sunday is for resting, except for the…
  16. Sunday walk. Exercise is healthy. If the sun shines, Germans are outside.
  17. Hate Bavaria, unless you’re Bavarian. They’re the richest state, responsible for Oktoberfest, and they greet with “Gott”.

As the stereotype goes, the main cuisine consists of: beer, bread, sausages, sauerkraut, and döner kebab. But the dairy and chocolate products here are excellent (although I find the chocolate pudding to be weak). Produce tends to be fresher and groceries stock more of what’s in season, there’s respect for locally-sourced foods (shop at your farmer’s markets and roadside stalls), and supermarkets label from where everything is produced.

The perfect quote to describe the people: “Serious people are funny in their need to be serious all the time” — Germans will self-critique endlessly, but do not like to be poked fun of by outsiders. It’s a pretty significant observation, along with that of Germans being non-friendly. They’re not the warmest, but if you need help, ask a German. Don’t imply, don’t wait for it, don’t assume anything — just ask. I was told this is out of a respect for not interfering in others’ business, and for everything to be perfectly clear and direct. Never assume!

Finally, I agree with Confessed Travelholic on the romance (or lack thereof) department. And finally, Berlin is my favorite city of all.

~Jessica

References
http://venturevillage.eu/how-to-be-german-part-1

http://matadornetwork.com/life/26-signs-born-raised-germany/

http://www.livhambrett.com/everything-i-know-about-germany-germans/what-i-know-about-germans/

http://www.reviewjournal.com/travel/destinations/11-things-germany-does-better-the-rest-the-world

Ercolano, Italia

Herculaneum (Italian: Ercolano) was an ancient Roman town destroyed by volcanic pyroclastic flows (preserving carbon-based objects such as roofs, beds, doors, food and even some 300 skeletons, killed by the 500 deg C heat) from Mount Vesuvius in 79 AD, is a UNESCO World Heritage Site, and named after the Greek hero Herakles. It was buried under 20 m. of ash, and most of the site have still not been excavated (including a number of papyrus scrolls yet to be fully studied). A warning of light ash allowed most inhabitants to flee, before the town was buried by lava the next night. (Wikipedia)

The most beautiful sight of all for me was the numerous wall mosaics. So many animal ones, and such brilliant colors.

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And finally, some panoramas, with great Mt. Vesuvius looming in the background of some.

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~Jessica & Kai-ling

Ephesus, Turkey

I had never even heard of this archaeological site before our cruise ship landed at Kusadasi, but oh was it impressive. Worth the 40 Turkish Lira (~€13), and a very pretty ticket at that. I skipped the Terrace Houses on account of time. Turkey makes pretty archaeological entrance tickets. To get there was an adventure in itself, as few Turkish people seemed to speak English except for those in the tourism industry, and we took the local “mini bus” (Dolmuş) from downtown to get there (6 Turkish Lira per person each way), which drops you off by the lower gate. Rick Steves’ tour starts from the upper gate, so walk through. I didn’t notice a real schedule, but wait by the roadside until it shows!

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Rick Steves saved the tour by providing an excellent audio walking tour with so many interesting tidbits and plenty of historical context. Ephesus (Greek: Ἔφεσος Ephesos; Turkish: Efes; ultimately from Hittite Apasa) was an ancient Greek city in the 10th century B.C. “The city flourished after it came under the control of the Roman Republic in 129 BC. According to estimates, Ephesus had a population of 33,600 to 56,000 people in the Roman period, making it the third largest city of Roman Asia Minor… The city was famed for the Temple of Artemis (completed around 550 BC), one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World… The city’s importance as a commercial center declined as the harbor was slowly silted up by the Küçükmenderes River… When Augustus became emperor in 27 BC, he made Ephesus the capital of proconsular Asia (which covered western Asia Minor) instead of Pergamum. Ephesus then entered an era of prosperity, becoming both the seat of the governor and a major center of commerce. According to Strabo, it was second in importance and size only to Rome.” (Wikipedia) Only wish we had had time to visit the Ephesus Archaeological Museum in Selçuk!

Ephesus — one of the most important cities of the Roman Empire — is among the world’s best ancient sites. Whether you’re strolling its broad boulevards, appreciating the pillared facade of the famous Library of Celsus, peeling back the layers of dust to understand the everyday lifestyles of the rich and Roman at the Terrace Houses, or testing the acoustics in the theater where the Apostle Paul once spoke, Ephesus is a perfect place to time-travel back to the grandeur of Rome. (Rick Steves)

The city was famed for the Temple of Artemis (Diana), the Library of Celsus, and a theater which was capable of holding 25,000 spectators. The city had one of the most advanced aqueduct systems in the ancient world. The most memorable sites for me:

“The Library of Celsus, the façade of which has been carefully reconstructed from all original pieces, was originally built c. 125 AD in memory of Tiberius Julius Celsus Polemaeanus.” (Wikipedia)

“The Temple of Artemis, one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World, once stood 418′ by 239′ with over 100 marble pillars each 56′ high. The temple earned the city the title “Servant of the Goddess”. Pliny tells us that the magnificent structure took 120 years to build but is now represented only by one inconspicuous column.” (Wikipedia)

Unfortunately no photo — my bad! =(

“The Temple of Hadrian dates from the 2nd century but underwent repairs in the 4th century and has been re-erected from the surviving architectural fragments. The reliefs in the upper sections are casts, the originals now being exhibited in the Ephesus Archaeological Museum. A number of figures are depicted in the reliefs.” (Wikipedia) On the second semicircular frontal over the door, the figure of Medusa is depicted among flowers and acanthus leaves.

The Gate of Hercules: On these two columns, there are two reliefs of Heracles depicted wrapped in a Nemea lion skin.

Trajan Fountain: “The fountain was erected between 102 and 104 A.D. and as the attached inscription reads, was consecrated to the Emperor Trajan. The tympanum which dominates the upper line is supported by Corinthian columns, in the central niche was located an enormous statue of Trajan, of which only the base with the foot upon the globe [the world] remains.” (kusadasi.biz) Yes, the Earth was round! See the foot-on-ball in the middle?

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Finally, some panoramas…

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~Jessica & Kai-ling