Julie and I ran off to Pompeii one day from Positano.
Just a boat, a bus and a metro and you’re back in A.D. 79 ... day after
“the big one.” It IS pretty extraordinary to finally see it, but I was really hoping there would be more evidence of everyday life as it was on that day when Mount Vesuvius erupted. I know, stop whining. At least there was a brothel. Keeps things interesting.