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with blind loggias that seem to appear like a trompe-l’oeil. Other scenes describe such and<br />

such adventure of the gods or ancient heroes, modernised and made popular by poets of<br />

the time. Here you can see the tools needed for writing and for doing accounts, such as a<br />

stylet, wax tablets and a roll of papyrus. Our visitor then goes past the cubicula, dimly-lit<br />

bedrooms and, next to the back entrance, he notices the venereum, a bedroom where<br />

slaves were prostituted (a source of income for the household), on the walls of which are<br />

pictures of lovers in positions that don’t need to be explained here.<br />

Our man waits for the master of the house in one of the large rooms that open on to the<br />

colonnade that surrounds the private garden. Walking across it, he stops for a moment to<br />

see if the peacock on the railing is real or if it’s part of the fresco on the back wall, behind<br />

bushes that actually are real. On the wall there’s also a niche decorated with mosaics, and a<br />

fountain, or rather a nymphaeum. The fantastic world of nymphs – who lived in waters and<br />

woods – is also evoked by the group of marble statues representing Pan and a satyr, as well<br />

as by the oscilla, these mobile discs featuring satyrs and Silenus. And finally let’s not forget<br />

the masks of marble and clay hanging between two columns of the peristyle, or the little<br />

statues of animals with jets of water coming out of them.<br />

At last we enter the triclinium, the dining room with beds in it, where they lie back to eat their<br />

meals. The bedheads are shaped like young satyrs, or heads of swans or mules. On the low<br />

brass tables there are finest ceramic plates with a reddish-orange sheen. Glass plates are<br />

more ordinary but lighter, too, in an infinite variety of colours, from blue to lemon yellow and<br />

iridescent green. In the Satyricon by Petronius, Trimalchio states that it’s better to eat and<br />

drink out of glass than metal because glass has no smell; he even preferred it to gold,<br />

though he did complain about its fragility, but then this mythical chef didn’t have to think<br />

about money…. Still in the dining room we can see bronze meat skewers and precious silver<br />

cups in ancient designs of unparalleled luxury. And then there are the little spoons with their<br />

pointed handles designed to remove shellfish and other crustaceans from their shells. There<br />

was plenty of technical progress in Pompeii, especially in the two appliances that could be<br />

used for either heating or cooling drinks, depending on whether you put in a piece of coal or<br />

snow – and in southern Italy it was more often the latter. As the evening begins to draw on,<br />

we see the lighting of beautiful bronze lanterns (the luxury version of clay ones), either<br />

perched high above the candelabras, hung from the trees or from some motionless youth,<br />

also made of bronze.<br />

Our visitor has other ways of observing the calibre of the people whose house he’s in: by<br />

looking at the jewellery of the mistress of the house; or even just from the frescoes. In this<br />

other triclinium, for example, the one showing Dionysis discovering Ariadne is so subtle that<br />

it must have been painted by craftsmen who’d come from Rome. Elsewhere you can even<br />

recognise the Emperor Nero in the guise of Orestes beside his cousin Pylades.<br />

So the stranger knows that he is in a fashionable house and that his hosts no longer need to<br />

go to the public baths to wash themselves, as they did not too long ago, because they have<br />

a private balneum where you only need to turn on the tap to get running water from lead<br />

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