I think that I love Ostia (at least, the Antiqua) more than Rome. I am city over country any day (sorry, Robert Frost), but I feel truly at home among the ruins and antiquity. Maneuvering in the tunnels beneath the baths was like walking through all the intricacies of history and philosophy and the irrational, spooky, dilapidated part of the world in a fully tangible way. If only I were a true scholar, that I could make good study of these things. I'm a terrible student; I can only admire.
I was sad to be on the bus back.
From Piramide we went to St. Peter's, Old Bridge, then back to the villa. The world is so big.
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