In an effort to avoid riding the Circumvesuviana, the train line between Naples and Sorrento that was constructed by Julius Caesar, I took a tour of Pompeii and visited Berlusconi’s favorite brothel.
It’s a strange sense of curiosity that guides one to Iceland’s unique museum. I’m happy it’s the only one in the world; a second would be overkill. Welcome to the Icelandic Phallological Museum.
Disappointed I didn’t find any animals mauling the plastic-armor-clad gladiators at the Colosseum.
“Is it a masterpiece or just some guy with his pants down?”
The day I met Michelangelo’s David.