The theatre of my dreams
For most of my life, I've loved Roman history. I was fascinated by the archaeology most of all. Through the years, I visited so many different sites, saw the most amazing mosaics in museums, and gorgeous sculptures.
But this, this was the pinnacle, the Roman theatre in Orange, France.
The picture doesn't do it justice. It's enormous, overwhelming, and so, so beautiful.
I've just looked it up, and the wall of the stage is 37 metres high! (120 feet for the non metric folks)
I wandered around in awe, I don't think my mouth closed one time during the visit. The gorgeous sculpture of the Emperor Augustus looked over a vast seating area, one I didn't climb to the top because it was so steep and I suddenly had fear of heights.
But I sat there, as high as I dared to go, and I stared in disbelief.
Here I was, staring at a stage that was built a dazzling amount of centuries ago, and I felt like I was one of those citizens visiting the theatre in Roman times, listening to someone recite poetry.
As I look at the picture now, I can feel tears well up, because I so remember the emotions I felt when I sat there.
Overwhelmed by beauty.