I have a thing for simple rhyme. So things like the title of this post are going to be par for the course of this blog. I am somewhat late in posting here. But to be honest I have literally not had like four hours in one spot in order to sit down and catch up here. This will lead to some disjointedness in my posting which I hope those reading can bare with me on. It’s a pretty accurate reflection of my mindset really so if you were hoping to avoid learning the way my mind thinks, well I hope the disappointment doesn’t offend. 😉

Anyway onto Pompei. We visited Pompei after a very nice lunch on a hillside restaurant in Naples. We all were given the opportunity to try the true authentic Pizza (Naples is the only place in the world where the capital P is actually the grammatically correct spelling of Pizza as this is the birthplace of this wonderful invention) and our choices were the highly lauded Margherita (named after some famous Catherine chick whose last name was Margaret who was I believe a Queen of some country in Europe – came to Naples tried the Pizza invented in her honour and never went back home apparently) which is your mozarella, tomato and basil (white, red and green you see much like some famous flag) or if you were an uncouth Western tourist with no taste you could have the plain white Pizza consisting of Mozarella and Ham. Needless to say the majority went with the Margherita. I was impressed that such a simple food had such an impression on my taste buds. There is a definite art to decent Pizza making and this was the place to experience it.

But as usual with food, I digress. Pompei. Just AMAZING. Certainly something everyone should try and get to at some point because the history and the ruins and the detail that is still so visible is just mind boggling. But let my pictures tell the story a little…

This here? This was how you knew this shop was actually a brothel.
Along with the picture menu so no one got a wrong order even if they didn’t speak the language. Sailors you see, they loved Pompei.

Did I mention I love my Nikon? Because I do. Very VERY happy with how these photos came out.

These are, as you can imagine, only a small selection of the hundreds I took. But they are for me some of the prettiest shots that illustrate the place best. I would go back in a heartbeat, as you could spend days there not just hours and with weather like this it would be hard to resist the allure of such an appealing coastal environment. I do hope that when Vesuvius wakes up again, which to be blunt is only a matter of time, that Pompei escapes her wrath this time. She’s done her penance for whatever imagined slight upon the Gods, Pompei deserves her peace and tranquility now.