My wife and I visited
and the City was as beautiful as we were told it would be. The Cathedral was magnificent and thronged with people, as was the main shopping area. We thought we would get away from the crowds and went to have a look at the Roman ruins.
We arrived just as a pageant was taking place, about
The gladiators were going through their paces with their tripods, knives and nets. They were fighting each other but not putting in the final blow. They looked like the vicious killers they were supposed to be. We were told by a guide that the gladiators were only practicing before going to the Coliseum to fight to the death and that the soldiers were there to make sure that they did not flee before the fight.
Most of the visitors thought it was great a spectacle but, of course, you had the usual young people shouting,
No, I’m Spartacus!
No, He’s Spartacus!
No, she’s Spartacus!’
The time came for the gladiators and soldiers to go from the ruins and parade into
However, those thoughts disappeared when they came to a set of traffic lights.
We watched as the Centurion pressed the button and the mighty Roman soldiers and gladiators waited for the green man before crossing the road!
… durex …