Stepping stones placed across Pompeii’s streets allowed pedestrians to cross above rainwater, animal waste, and sewage while carts still passed through the gaps between them.
I hustled along Pompeii’s main street one cold, rainy December morning. Low clouds hung over the ruins, and a steady drizzle made the ancient cobblestones slick and dark.
My shoes slipped more than once as I tried to keep my footing.
I had only thirty minutes before my tour group boarded the bus without me.
And I was determined to make it.
Nearly a kilometer away stood the Pompeii Amphitheater.




