Today I wrote about one of my favourite places. The story led me from ancient Alexandria, through the tale of an ancient god-king who did not take kindly to the murder of his son, and up to the somewhat slapdash but well-meant restoration efforts of the Victorians being undercut by the somewhat mean-spirited and penny-pinching restoration efforts of the moderns. Not bad for a day out.
Today’s Scribbling: Ancient maps, weeping gods and Victorian archeology
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