If you have an audio gismo, there are two different signs indicating the numbers to press. The one for children is a circle, the one for adults is a square and contains more direct information about the many erotic images in frescoes or on the small terracotta lamps. You will learn that there were 300 eateries, for takeout or eat-in for a population of 25,000...and that doctors were considered artisans like potters, though they knew that instruments should be boiled after use and did minor cosmetic surgery as well as amputations.
And his father was not going to let Danny bring a young American to that large, dark apartment without pacing the floors at night so that he couldn't get into her bed. They spoke Italian and I only knew a bit of it, and so on. It was hardly a joyous trip, but one of the many scrapes I got myself into...which resulted in a few benefits like being taken to Pompeii which was not the tourist focal point that it is now...and having a care-taker show us one of the frescoes of Priapus for a small fee. If I'd been more educated and under less stress, it's probable that all that I saw would have made a bigger impression and I would have been able to put together a larger world view, but that was not the case.
Though I met someone yesterday who thought the exhibit was 'thin' and was enormously bothered by all the hovering mothers and their children, having chosen to go on a Sunday afternoon when everyone would be watching the game, I had a good three hours there and went back the next day...for another hour. The exhibit has timed entry, so hoards of people come in every ten minutes, but they also disappear quite rapidly, having rushed through the show, so I held my ground and concentrated, it was fine for my purposes.
I would have an extremely hard time if I were told, under pain of death, that I had to come up with interesting photographs of nature. For a number of months, many years ago, I commuted down to RISD to listen to Roman Vishnaic's lectures on what nature photographs show about the way plants grow, in other words the serious information that photographs taken in the woods can offer, rather than the bits and pieces and graphic stuff that some photographers make, using nature as decoration. This photograph of a birch tree is decoration. I couldn't take either informational images or decorative ones since I'm not comfortable in nature. It would be wonderful to want to take long walks in the woods, but I'd prefer to take them in the city.
She told a long story about Mamie, the dog the owners of the farm had around, always outside, never a pet. It took some years for that dog to accept being allowed in her house, allowed to sleep inside, and to accept any affection, but she managed to slowly introduce the dog to those pleasures. When the farmer drove by, he shook his head at her foolishness.