Since taking a picture of a book in the agora yesterday, I decided I should chronicle my other paper readings.
I tried to take another picture from inside the agora, but the staff yelled at me and made me delete it. “You have no right to take this kind of picture!” the woman said. “This is a sacred place!”
I was practically on top of the Great Drain, but still on the path. I’m not sure how sewerage installations become sacred.
That rather baffled me. No putting inanimate objects in the picture? But, hey, I don’t want to get hauled off, and I’ve been a tourist-herder, so I obliged the woman.
And took my pictures from outside the fences.