The Roman ruins of Aosta
We then did the twenty-minute drive over to Aosta, a much bigger town than we were expecting where we had booked a hotel for the evening. It took us longer to park near the hotel than the drive from Fenis to Aosta as the city has a very pedestrianised centre and a lot of one-way streets that our sat-nav did not manage very well. At one point we were driving on a pedestrian street having followed the sat-nav down a one-way street. As we were turning on the road to go back the way we came a helpful Italian knocked on our window to tell us it was a one-way street. I amazed myself by politely telling him we were aware and were reversing to go back up the one-way street.
We got to the hotel and once again had a double bed rather than a single, which was annoying. The receptionist said he would check what we booked and I said there was no need, it was a twin, I set the option as default in the app. They delivered some additional sheets later in the day. Not ideal, but at least we were not sharing a duvet.
The main street of Aosta has been the central street since the Roman Empire and is the widest in town due to it being the thoroughfare through the city. Aosta was very much a stopping point for Roman merchants.
Our first stop was the Porta Pretoria, the Pretoria gate. a Roman archway to the city from 25 BCE, when Augustus was Caesar of Rome. As a main feature on the thoroughfare, it is impossible to get a photo not full of people using this two-thousand-year-old gateway as part of their daily routine.
After the Theatre, we walked further down to the Arco di Augusto, now situated in the middle of a roundabout, somewhat ruining the effect of the archway. The Christian crucifix in the middle of the arch disguises its original dedicated to Augustus Ceaser, added during Italy’s long catholic past.
When we explored, we saw it was the church we were looking for, and it was not an active church but rather the remains of one. We followed the metal walkway down and could see the outline of the church and the few tombs remaining in the basement. It was interesting, but if you had to buy a discrete ticket for you’d be annoyed.
We then walked back to the hotel to go to the Criptoportico Forense, the underground crypt. It was not what I was expecting. I was thinking something like the crypts of Malta; deeply underground and carved from rock. These were only five feet underground, there were small windows at the 5-foot mark, meaning someone my hight would still have a head above ground if buried standing up in this crypt. It was somewhat disappointing. Again, it shows the wisdom of linking access to the museum and the Theatre.
Finished for the day with sights and experiences, we stopped for a drink at a cafe bar. We once again found the challenge of just staying at a bar in Italy for a drink. We were inundated with olives, bread, dried meats and flatbreads. Lovely, but spoils the appetite somewhat. We found one place we wanted to try for dinner, but when we booked on-line it was closed for the day, so we found somewhere else to work. It looked reasonably relaxed, so we didn’t book but paid our bill at the bar and headed back to the hotel to get changed.
As we knew from the reviews, the menu was only in Italian as the owner is a purist, he can help if needed. Not that he did for us, but we managed well enough. I had a seafood risotto and slow-cooked beef. My friend had a fish dish. Seafood was very much the focus of this restaurant, much to my chagrin as I’m not usually a fan. The food was good, not top-notch, but solidly into the upper end of meals. The owner/waiter was attentive, and when I came back ten minutes after we left, he met me outside with the sunglasses I had forgotten.
We then headed back to the hotel where I found a spot at the deserted bar and annoyed the receptionist(s) by ordering a few glasses of wine while updating my journal for a couple of hours.
Aosta is an excellent place to stop; it is not incredibly tourist focused but has enough to keep you entertained for a day or two easily. There are also some of the old fashioned souvenir shops selling katanas, skulls and hunting knives and things with peoples names on them, and it is always lovely to see these rather than the boring generic ones that end up at more popular destinations.
The town feels nestled in the mountains, and the peaks rise above it in a very prominent way. At dinner, I watched the moon move sideways across the peaks before disappearing behind the buildings. Being here, you can understand in some way why the Romans were so progressive in their approach. The mountains reach the stars, and you can climb a mountain.