ostia antica
ruins of an old seaport an hour away from rome by train. "as good as pompeii"
fun to take pictures in, but my desire for ruins could have probably been satisfied by the baths of caracalla alone (i stumbled upon them that afternoon, nursing a severe sunburn...)
i admit to kind of stalking this little girl in pink
she kept shouting into random holes as if she had friends down there she needed to wake up and take to breakfast.
so i was really surprised when her dad actually popped out of one of the holes. (it turned out to be the neat passageway pictured here.)
little kids always have the last laugh.
Libellés : stalk, subterranean


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i'll come to paris, can we swap romance languages, please?
- little kid.
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