Our Reflections

As we walked along the Lechaeum Way, the ancient thoroughfare that connected the western harbor with the center of the city, our guide pointed to the remnants of state buildings, temples, shops, a meat market, and a public latrine, all disconcertingly jumbled together.a Nevertheless, because of, rather than in spite of, this seeming lack of town planning, we began to sense the lively street scene Paul must have encountered​—the busy throngs and idle talkers, the shopkeepers, slaves, and deal makers.