Sept 2012: Friends Brits and countrymen

So I reach St. Albans one day and then pootle down to the Roman Amphitheatre

I parked the bike and then moved in

Not much is left, the old amphitheatre is hardly anything, just ruins..

some ditches and very low wall

this was supposed to be the Triumphal Arch.

How did it look before?

you cannot recognise anything, can you? I stood there for sometime, letting the cool breeze waft over me and tried desperately to hear something, anything. But nope, nothing, no talk, no whisper, nothing. which is a bit of a shame..usually these places talk to me (i know, I am a nutter for listening for the voices of long dead people..)