I don’t really like Pompeii. After a couple of hours, I always feel like I’ve had enough, and when I look back on all the times I’ve visited the site, the feeling of being unbearably hot and tired dominates my memories. I went again yesterday, and it not being my choice to go, I decided to make the best of it by looking for interesting details to photograph. After a couple of hours of that, I’d had enough, but I was the only one in our party who did not have the overwhelming desire to see ever more treacherously paved streets with rows of brick piers bearing little grey stone slabs inscribed with numbers, the only element distinguishing them from one another.
In the Forum Baths, I found these stuccoed decorations that I’d never examined carefully before. Having noticed that slowing the group down by taking pictures caused displeasure among the other members, I was careful to spend as much time as I could photographing these.
At the House of the Faun, I noticed these frescoes, presumably meant to be fictive stone, for the first time (that I remember.)