This probably has more than a bit to do with the fact that I've been taking Classical Studies, in some form or other, since starting first year, and before that had been soaking up things like big, lavishly-illustrated children's versions of the Odyssey and Greek myths since I could read. But the first time I saw the Colosseum - age fourteen? fifteen? on a school trip - I cried like a little baby. I don't think I'll ever really be able to convey what it was like, that first time, standing as near the centre of the arena as the planking would allow, and just looking... up.