René de la Leg VIII parle
René de la Leg VIII est venu nous parler en anglais des vêtements des légionnaires.
Il nous a assuré que son travail était toujours fondé sur des sources archéologiques
fiable. La Leg VIII reconstitue selon des documents les uniformes, les armes et tout
l'équipement de ces soldats de Rome...
Un endroit magique juste là...
Le mot est très complexe alors je vais vous l'écrire en "sms": kryptoportik...
Ziva on va au krypto
We visited the cryptoportico, a vaulted gallery originally built to support the forum above. The air was dank and musty, the sound of dripping water echoing up and down the u-shaped corridors. Scattered on the ground were large carved stones some of which resembled giant cogs. There were various side passages with small clusters of long, thin stalagtites hanging from the ceiling. Along one wall were groups of three holes positioned like eyes and a mouth - I couldn't help thinking that they looked like the damned crying out in this dark, eerie place.
Visite au théâtre antique
The children ran amock in the theatre, disappearing somewhere while my husband and I followed the guide. It was bliss. Much of the structure is in ruin. Only two columns remain standing while the stubs of the others oddly reminded me of open tubes of lipstick. However, a decent amount of it is still in tact. The impeccable stone seats are worn smooth at the edges from innumerable Roman behinds and the marble stage is in good condition. It was thrilling to imagine what it must have been like.
installation Archeological_dig
Travail collectif présentant un sol en photocopie. C'est une image de fouille archéologique, on marche sur des planches.
Au quatre coins des écrans diffusent des vidéos et des diaporamas. Les parallèles s'opposent. D'un côté un regard actuel sur l'antiquité ses jeux du cirque, ces gladiateurs revisité. de l'autre de l'art vidéo contemporain jouant sur la nature même de ce médium.
télescopage.
cuisine romaine
We had lunch by the river Rhone in a restaurant called La Carvelle. The men were dressed in traditional tunics and the women in stolas. Opposite were the crumbling remains of the baths built by Emperor Constantine I. We ate octopus, bull goulash with courgettes and tomatoes, and, for dessert, fromage frais with honey and pine nuts, all washed down with red wine. Delicious!
Collages des dessins de tntb
I've always been big boned. My family was poor and I ended up going to gladiator school because of my size. I was good. At one point I was the best. The crowds loved me and I became a poster boy for the colosseum. During my peak fighting years I was sponsored by one of the largest wine estates in the empire: Vinum ex vine - iustus operor is. They were heady days. In the arena, I favoured the basic shield and sword combo and rarely wore a helmet, wanting the other man to see I feared nothing and no-one. Then I began to dislike the blood and the violence. I became depressed and disillusioned by the whole thing. Now I prefer evenings by myself, sewing toys or pottering around Rome, breathing in the charged atmosphere. I am not alone. Along with the empire, the sport is in decline. We are a dying breed. Perhaps it's just as well.
It can be difficult being married to a senator. They work such dreadfully long hours. My time is restricted to leisure as well as social duties, such as dinner parties, which I take extremely seriously. Sometimes, to relax, I play my cymbalum. We own six slaves. Marcus, the youngest, is a great comfort to me. He really is rather wonderful. Most afternoons I pop into town to meet up with the girls. Often we catch a show - I'm very fond of Juvenal's satires.
Le défilé en costumes d'époque...
Quelques bémols, avec la circulation automobile sont venus contrarier le départ....
ambiance romaine sur la place de la république...
Le cortège attends, cette année un sénateur est à l'honneur....
I watched the procession pass through the centre of Arles. The order was interesting: first the army officers and soldiers; next the horses and chariots; then the patricians strolling proudly behind - the men smart and refined in linen tunics and the women in beautiful stolas carrying baskets full of laurel wreaths; there then followed the plebians with their simpler, rougher tunics, one of them pulling along a donkey; and finally, bringing up the rear, were the moody gladiators dressed in their menacing garb.
He stood as strong and indomitable as the empire. He wore a helmet and chest plate guilded with gold. A blood-red cloak, draped over the left forearm, was secured by a large pin around the shoulder. In his right hand, he held a spiralled silver sceptre with a bronze eagle perched on top. He suddenly raised a hand - a hand adorned with gold rings and the ability to command great armies - and frantically waved his bus ticket at the 10h36 to St Remy.