Out and About: Reporting Back
Nov. 7th, 2009 10:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sevendeadlyfunTook the Monster Boy to the Naples Archaeological Museum on Friday. We took the Metro Linea 2 to Piazza Cavour and walked down the block to the Museo. It's actually kind of expensive (10 euro) BUT the bambine get in free, so that's nice (and better than in the U.S. where kids aren't always free). I enjoyed it, particularly the statuary. The variability of Caesar's face bothered me a bit, though, and made me wonder about the identity of a few of those busts. One bust identified as Caesar looked so much like Cicero that I was vocally surprised when I read the label (much, I think, to the dismay of those around me).
Also, I admit I was shocked at how casual the museum is about preservation/security. Lot of artifacts just lying about (in the courtyard. in the rain. in a really polluted city.) and very little to keep you back from them. Which in one respect is nice, because who doesn't like to get face first into a fresco or eye to toe with a gigantic marble statue of Hercules? But in the other, I spent a good deal of time reminding my son to keep his fingers to himself and I think I can't be the only parent whose kid has curious fingers. Not that I'm objecting to keeping an eye on my kid: I'm not and I do. But, it's just odd that so much of this is left out in the open air without any barriers.
In other fun news, we took a day trip to Amalfi today. Gotta admit, I spent much of the drive reading a book with only slight glances out at the water BECAUSE me and heights are not besties. The trip was fun, despite my fingers of death grip on the door handle (which my husband noticed, but only complained about slightly). The weather was sunny but cool. My son did his Rocky Run of Victory, complete with V arms and "I'm the King of the World" announcement, not once but four times on the Cathedral stairs. We had a nice, albeit disturbingly expensive, dinner at a ristorante. I bought some handmade paper. There was gelato and cappuccino and a brisk walk 1/16 the way up the mountain, followed by some very tired hamstrings (mine) and some very tired kid (also mine).
Oh Italy, why must you drive me to madness with your casual attitude towards artifacts and turn signals and yet be so much fun? ILU, BB! NEVER CHANGE. EXCEPT THE OBSESSION WITH PURPLE. THAT IS WAY HIT.
Fun times were had by all. And what are you doing today, people who are either slightly ahead of me timewise or way off in my past? Where is the love? And does it come with lemon-scented soaps, the purchase of which I was deprived of by a busload of lovely (but slightly pushy) japanese tourists?
Also, I admit I was shocked at how casual the museum is about preservation/security. Lot of artifacts just lying about (in the courtyard. in the rain. in a really polluted city.) and very little to keep you back from them. Which in one respect is nice, because who doesn't like to get face first into a fresco or eye to toe with a gigantic marble statue of Hercules? But in the other, I spent a good deal of time reminding my son to keep his fingers to himself and I think I can't be the only parent whose kid has curious fingers. Not that I'm objecting to keeping an eye on my kid: I'm not and I do. But, it's just odd that so much of this is left out in the open air without any barriers.
In other fun news, we took a day trip to Amalfi today. Gotta admit, I spent much of the drive reading a book with only slight glances out at the water BECAUSE me and heights are not besties. The trip was fun, despite my fingers of death grip on the door handle (which my husband noticed, but only complained about slightly). The weather was sunny but cool. My son did his Rocky Run of Victory, complete with V arms and "I'm the King of the World" announcement, not once but four times on the Cathedral stairs. We had a nice, albeit disturbingly expensive, dinner at a ristorante. I bought some handmade paper. There was gelato and cappuccino and a brisk walk 1/16 the way up the mountain, followed by some very tired hamstrings (mine) and some very tired kid (also mine).
Oh Italy, why must you drive me to madness with your casual attitude towards artifacts and turn signals and yet be so much fun? ILU, BB! NEVER CHANGE. EXCEPT THE OBSESSION WITH PURPLE. THAT IS WAY HIT.
Fun times were had by all. And what are you doing today, people who are either slightly ahead of me timewise or way off in my past? Where is the love? And does it come with lemon-scented soaps, the purchase of which I was deprived of by a busload of lovely (but slightly pushy) japanese tourists?