The sound of carts going along the stone road can be heard inside the house. At the end of a small town, which is a little far from Rome, the signs of the city have been erased and the signs of a village are emerging. The clothes that have been washed and dried on two or three hanging vines are swaying back and forth with the wind. Some of the tiles made the previous day are also left to dry in the yard. The birds flying in the sky can be clearly seen in the middle of the yard, and the white clothes are fluttering in the wind. You can see a little smoke rising up. Along with it, you can smell the broth boiling in the stove. You can see the golden color of the line going down in the distance.
A little child of about two years old, his little legs are waving here and there, the golden color is seen waving in the wind, he is laughing and running from the corner of the fallen white cloth. At the same time, "I told you not to play like that. Come home and play" in a young woman's voice. But the little boy who keeps running stops at once. He realizes that he has taken a wrong step and slowly looks down. He slowly pulls back his leg which was in the middle of a dry tile. He looked at it for a while with his widened eyes, he smiled again and ran inside the house.
The photo shows a tiny Roman footprint embedded in a 2,000-year-old tile
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