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Ars gratia artis (2)

Suitably last of the Kaiseraugst pics. Next, I frantically tried to translate Swiss German so I could buy a ticket through the ticket machine as the train chugged in (there were no manual ticket counters at the place). I managed to just jump into a compartment as the train started to move and left that … Continue reading

The die is cast

Very awful joke I know, but I couldn’t resist. This is an artist’s impression of how Augusta Raurica must have looked in its heyday, cast in metal.


  I love panoramic shots, so here’s another one.

BBQ spot

I only wish I had some patties and kebabs and I would have had a treat! There was even a little wood ready to be used…

The world is too much with us…

The world is too much with us….. But that’s not how I felt at that moment. When I took this picture I felt just as it looks here…me, nature at a distance (those lovely tinkling cow-bells!), and humanity far, far away.

The third moment

I have had, in my middle-length life of 39 years, three moments of utter silence. Not inner silence, that eludes me still; utter silence all around. I’ve talked about the first two moments in a couple of blog entries about five+ years back. This was the third…. Walking back from the gladiator arena to the … Continue reading


A) I have no idea what is made at this plant, I only hope it is something cute like wine or cheese B) The silos (?) make this plant really fit the word for a change.

Gladiator’s arena – 2

This is the view of the arena from the Gladiator’s cell. Looking through the open door wasn’t so bad, but as soon as you turn your gaze to the barred door you feel trapped, even thought an open door is right alongside. This is the view from the dais above, a commanding, sun-kissed view of … Continue reading

Gladiator’s Arena

The gladiator’s arena at Augusta Raurica. A nice 15 minute walk from the temple and theatre, this piece is set among some nice trees and has been only partially recovered. What you see in front is the stage where the guests of honour would sit under a cloth awning. the two small doors under the … Continue reading

The ruins of Augusta Raurica – 4

On the walk towards the gladiator’s arena, I passed this hillock…   All I wanted was a spade and I would have gone mad.