Last weekend, we drove to Orange to see one of the three well-preserved theaters of the ancient roman empire. We were treated to an impromptu show as two fellow tourists started singing, giving us a chance to appreciate the theater’s great acoustics.
(Fun fact: This would be the view of the ancient city’s lower class. The closer one was to the stage, the higher was one’s position in society.)
And this is where they would have entered, after a hike up the hill on a pathway of cobbled stones. (We chanced upon this entrance coming down from what is now the city’s park.)
Visiting the museum next door, reminded me of the rich history of textiles in the region, from silk, to wax prints of the indies, to blue jeans.
The textile room, called such for the murals that showed snapshots of the different workshops of a textile company. Here the women are filling in the patterns with colors by hand.
But what really called my attention was how the textiles were given the finishing touches during that time. It reminded me of the same process being carried out up to now by one of the weaving communities I work with.
Pretty cool, don’t you think?