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Astonishingly, we had the ancient site of Aphrodisias largely to ourselves for the afternoon. Ducking low columns and dodging loose stones of the harabeler (ha-ra-bay-LEHR, ruins), I marveled at how well preserved the 30,000-seat stadium still seemed after 1,500 years or more. Equally impressive was the accessibility of the ruins. We were free to carefully walk about on most of the structures; no ropes, no guards—except the heavily armed sentries at the park entrance. I couldn't understand why these fascinating ruins were so unpopular with tourists—but I was grateful for the lack of crowds. After my walk, I drank three Sprites. |
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