I can easily understand the appeal of Ostia for the poets of the Romantic era. The weather was overcast and drizzly when we headed out for the train and it remained cold and foggy for the entire trip. Walking through the overgrown ruins of this long dead city were made more wistful and ethereal, even a little bit creepy at times. Wild flowers fill the spaces between the crumbling walls. Every place that I walked revealed another piece of the puzzle of life for the people that once lived there, from the theater to the market place to the various places of worship.
The most hilarious thing happened after we did our presentations. We were sitting in the theater when a man sitting at the top who was not any part of our group started singing a line from "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen, probably just to hear the echo. Almost involuntarily it seemed, some of us responded with the next line. He sang the next and before long there was an impromptu concert. That was the best memory of the trip!
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