Ostia Antica


Cobbled main street of Ostia Antica

If the Coliseum is the Metropolitan Opera of ruins, Ostia Antica is Minneapolis.

Ostia Antica is an ancient Roman city along the Tiber River not far from Luciana’s home, and at one time Rome’s port on the Mediterranean Sea. Unlike the Coliseum—or the Met—it wasn’t a special place where emperors and privileged citizens went to see performances, it was a working city where people went about their everyday business.
 
Ruins of houses and shops along the main drag in Ostia Antica

Poppies among the ruins in Ostia Antica
We pulled into a small parking lot where perhaps ten cars were parked, paid a modest admission, and began wandering along a road paved with smoothed basalt cobbles. On either side were the remaining walls of brick homes and shops, and an occasional column or statue.

Mosaic floor in the bath complex
In the middle of the town we came to a two-story building and climbed a restored flight of stairs to the upper level. Looking down upon the surrounding structures, we could see elaborate black and white mosaics. These had lined the pools and changing rooms of a public bath complex.

Shortly beyond that was an amphitheater, still very much intact (and used for concerts yet today, Luciana told us.)
Ostia Antica's amphitheater, still in use

Gauss and Luciana take a rest in the amphitheater
We walked on past a wide plaza where civic buildings once stood, to the ruins of a fish market. There, among the half-walls, was a mosaic floor depicting fish and fisherman, a marble trough that would at one time have contained water where live fish were kept, and a marble table. It didn’t take much imagination to picture the proprietor pulling a fish from the trough, filleting it on the table, and handing it to a customer. This would have happened nearly 2000 years ago, but it could have happened yesterday.
The marble trough and table of the fish market
Another view—the fish mosaics show up a little better here
Ostia Antica isn’t on every traveler’s bucket list the way the Sistine Chapel or the Roman Forum might be, but it was an intimate connection to the eternal city, a wonderful way to finish our time in Rome.



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