Tuesday, March 05, 2013

Sept 2012: Friends Brits and countrymen

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

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I parked the bike and then moved in

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

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some ditches and very low wall

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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..)

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