Et Tu Brute?

 Today marks the Ides of March. I won't go into detail - you either know or you'll look it up. What is delighting me about the day is that, despite it not being a good one for Julius Caesar, I was there.  In the Area Sacra of Largo di Torre Argentina, Rome, where the Roman senate was meeting, when Julius Caesar met his death at the hands of political opponents. Only I was a tad late, having arrived in 2024. 

One of the things I love about travelling is the "being there," the realization that one is standing in the exact spot where in real life, a long time ago, something that you'd known forever as dusty history, actually happened.

Which is why today sent me running to my photo files and Rome and my 'discovery' by twilight along Corso Vittorio Emanuele II after a long day at the Vatican, of the awe-inspiring Largo di Torre Argentina. I will direct you to my delight at the discovery. And its inhabitants.

And what I was looking for in those photos was this, the area between Temples B and C, where  I have it on good authority, the dastardly deed took place.