Pompeii? It blew my mind
After a 25-year wait, Wendy Holden finally gets to see the famous ruins
Asignificant anniversary requires a significant holiday. We had long wanted to go to Pompeii and Herculaneum and our silver wedding anniversary seemed like the perfect excuse. Twenty-five years of marriage is quite an innings. But compared to the age of these places, it’s a mere snap of the fingers.
As many a romantic trip is ruined at the airport, we went by rail. It was a prospect that thrilled my novelist’s heart to the core. Grabbing a stack of guidebooks, I prepared to unleash my inner Mary Beard.
‘Many a calamity has happened in the world, but never one that has caused so much entertainment to posterity as this.’ So wrote the poet Goethe about Pompeii.
At the time – 1787 – much of the site was still covered up. Seeing it now would have blown his mind. What really blew, in 79 AD, was Vesuvius. The wicked old volcano still dominates the scene – on our visit, an unseasonable cap of snow underlined its deceptive air. The poor old ancients believed it was innocent; its peak was once crowned with trees and good for hunting.
Pompeii is surprisingly enormous and you can roam at will. Even under a grey sky and freezing rain, it was possible to imagine what an earthly paradise the town must have been. The broad streets, with their giant cobbles, stretch away into a distance, framed by the Sorrentine peninsula mountains. On either side rise elegant mansions, some with their original doors and elaborate wall decorations.
The temple areas and public baths are magnificent, but I liked the humble details best. On practically every street corner is a marble counter inset with large holes. Beneath them are big clay jars that once held wine. These were Pompeii’s taverns. It seems that the skies can rain volcanic ash, the world can end and 2,000 years can pass. But the pub endureth.
The same was true of Herculaneum, the perfect prelude to Pompeii as it is much smaller. While Pompeii was a bustling town, its little sister was more of a smart retirement settlement. It has a more intimate atmosphere, with narrower streets but still with handsome mansions where painted walls and mosaic floors can clearly be seen and a bathhouse where shelves to place sandals and toga can still be touched.
The top of the town has heavenly views to Capri and Ischia. By contrast, on what was the ancient shoreline, heaps of skeletons were uncovered. It seems Herculaneum’s poor ran here for shelter. But there was no hiding place from the 400degree heat flash.
We reached Herculaneum by rail from Naples (raileurope.com). The line, the Circumvesuviana, is privately run but accessed from the city’s main Garibaldi station.
The train to Ercolano Scavi (Herculaneum) takes about 30 minutes and to Pompeii around 45 minutes.
Don’t be put off by Naples either. Everyone told us not to go there, and when we first arrived, by train from Milan having travelled there on the sleeper from Paris, we feared everyone might be right. First impressions were not great: we picked our way to our hotel through rubbish-strewn streets.
But things soon took a definite swing upwards. We were staying at the Palazzo Caracciolo (palazzo caracciolo.com), the former home of the King of Naples and beautifully restored by the Accor hotel group. An excellent, reasonably priced dinner was served nightly.
This brilliant hotel is perfect for the unmissable Naples National Archaeological Museum (museo archeologiconapoli.it). Otherwise, it has to be said, the Old Town’s charm is rough and ready.
Glamorous Naples does exist and is centred round the Chiaia area. Take the funicular to the old fortress of Castel Sant’Elmo, where you can walk around the ramparts and enjoy a stupendous view over the whole city. Immediately below is the San Martino museum, and below that smart shops, hotels, opera house and promenade.
From Naples we travelled to beautiful Sorrento. Here we stayed at the Imperial Tramontano (hoteltramontano.com) – an apricot-coloured 19th Century villa. Our enormous room commanded spectacular views of the Bay of Naples. The other great thing about Sorrento was the Acqu’e Sale restaurant in the ferry port (acque sale. it). The food was so good that we went there every night.
During the trip we swapped the train for a hire car for the two-hour drive to Paestum. We refreshed ourselves at Bar Museo, which serves delicious paninis, before exploring this glorious site where three vast Greek temples rise in rows of golden columns.
Paestum was once famous for its exquisite painted vases; its wonderful museum has many of them, plus the celebrated Tomb of the Diver, a sequence of paintings in which an Ancient Greek Tom Daley swoops towards the water.
It’s a metaphor – the water is death – but the image is so beautiful, and the other paintings, of an afterlife party, so cheerful that one feels quite reassured.
EVEN UNDER GREY RAIN, YOU COULD SEE IT WHAT AN EARTHLY PARADISE IT WAS
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