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Cuma and Baia

Pozzuoli, where I’m staying with Eddie and Laura, is one of the urban centers of the original Greek settlement in this area, going back to the 8th century BC. The first colonists from Greece that arrived here settled in Cuma. Here’s a map to give you an idea of where we are.

As you can see this is a combination bay and peninsula. Cuma is on the far western edge of this image, Pozzuoli on the northern edge of the Bay, and to the west of the Bay was a town called Baia. Centuries after the Greeks had thrived here they were overcome by Roman conquest. Baia became a resort town, and their current archeological park is a lesser known, but quite impressive ruin. It’s most remarkable features are three different domes that are misnamed “Temple of Venus, Temple of Mercury,” and such, but recent archeology has revised its understanding. Now the area is understood to be several large residential palace-like resorts that were not religious sites at all, but actually places for rest and relaxation and debauchery. Here are a few shots of Baia’s domes, including one which is still intact and the shots are inside.

The next photo is taken of Baia from a nearby castle. And then you see the castle and several views from it, including back towards Pozzuoli.

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Cause and Effect

Made it up to the top of the infamous Mt. Vesuvius, the same volcano that destroyed Pompeii and Herculaneum back in 79 A.D. Talk about your ultimate burps! Earth just lets it out and poof! In minutes amazing cities full of life, beauty, art, and so much more are buried in tons of ash and lava.

This whole visit to the greater Neapolitan area is an amazing excursion through impossibly complicated layers of history, including the ones still unfolding. Anyway, here is a photo of the lip of the caldera, which last exploded in 1944 during WWII. The arrow points to the spot where we’re standing in the second photo.

Vulcanologists on the edge!

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Pozzuoli

Staying with Eddie and Laura in Pozzuoli, a town that’s a half hour northwest of Napoli, through tunnels by train or bus. On Friday we spent a lazy day wandering around, checking out the ubiquituous ruins that are everywhere here in this part of the world. First we got some food and had an impromptu picnic on the waterfront a short distance from where they live. The house we’re staying in is in the distance following the curve of the cement pier. You can’t tell from this photo, but the whole coast is just trashed, covered in rubbish. Someone set some of it on fire a short while after this photo, and a nasty black billowy cloud threatened us briefly but then dissipated.

After our bucolic lunch (the sea is great even if not very clean or inviting), we walked to the older part of Pozzuoli, a town that has suffered from “Bradeyism”, the ebb and flow of a volcanic caldera that thrusts the surface up and down depending on gases and other volcanic activity below. So there’s a whole detailed story of how the city was evacuated in the 1980s and then squatted by north African immigrants, who were in turn evicted, and now the town is struggling to make itself into more of a tourist destination. But in decades past this area was apparently something of a bastion of working class politics. Here are two monuments, one by local anarchists who decided to take graffiti to another level and planted this huge stone in front of one of the oldest local ruins. The other to fallen workers sits above the the lower town where we’re staying.

(translation: It is absolutely important for the future that people, all humanity, lose their sheepish habits, acquired by millenia of slavery, and be inspired to learn, think and act freely. ” the anarchists)


Here’s a major ruin that has risen and fallen several times, most recently inundated by winter rains.

We then wandered up to the old Roman Amphitheater, which is being slowly restored. Here are several shots from above and below. This is one that used to get filled with water to stage faux naval battles between gladiators. There are always many rooms beneath these structures where animals were kept before being hurled into battle for the entertainment of the crowds above.




Perhaps the oddest part of being here is when you realize how many layers of history you’re always standing on. Daily life is permeated with ruins, shadows, hints, ghosts, and references to lives and cultures past. This last shot in Pozzuoli shows some columns of an old Roman structure that are just sort of ‘hanging around’ amidst a bunch of 20th century buildings. In my next blog entry on Mt. Vesuvius and Herculaneum I’ll talk a bit more about how much more is not excavated than is…