Well, the other day I went over and let myself in the house with my guest key. Everything was open, so I knew they must be home, but I didn’t see anyone. I walked out to the garden and there they were, waist-deep in a hole they were digging, coming up with new things every time – or should I say, very, very old things.
This is what it looked like when they removed the rosemary bush, per my previous post:
By the time I had come over that day, they had revealed this:
From left to right: A stone wall; the base of a Roman column; and another large stone block that none of us could figure out what it was there for.
For a perspective, I had Leo stand next to the base:
They also found sampietrini, terracotta vase handles, bits of marble, and a whole bunch of other amazing stuff:
Vincenzo asked me, “How do you feel being a guest at your own private archaeological dig?”
“Like Indiana Jones,” I replied.