waiting in the wings
In Nimes, we saw one of the best sights of our trip. A coliseum (I have written before about standing at the top and looking down at an espresso cafe). One of the best preserved and in far better shape than the coliseum in Rome, so they say. Walking around this coliseum to get to the entrance, I could just imagine crowds people, milling about, buying popcorn (or the popcorn of those days), slurpees but probably red wine and gossipping about the up coming show. Seating at least 20,000 or slightly bigger than the typical NHL arena, the crowds were pretty good. And of course in those days, there wasn’t security or at least the type that gives you a pat down or checking into your bag. Nope, the crowds were just as unruly though especially after a couple of glasses of vino in the hot sun.
