

The epic story of the Trojan War needs no retelling (although apparently someone forgot to tell Brad Pitt that). Personally I can never seem to keep all the facts straight but the bit with the horse has always stuck with me. I remember hearing the story as a little girl and trying to imagine what the horse looked like. Upon visiting the ruins of ancient Troy, I was disturbed to discover that my mind’s eye had apparently conjured up something surprisingly similar to the laughable structure outside the ticket office. Despite the many wonderfully imaginative renderings of the tale (not to mention the more scientific explanations for how the walls of Troy really finally fell) I still can’t rid myself of the image of a ridiculous Monty Python-esque vehicle packed with armed warriors shushing each other and trying not to clatter their shields against the rafters.
My imagination failed me again as I wandered the ruins at Troy. There’s truthfully not much to see at the site itself although it would be a fine spot to sit under a tree with a copy of The Aeneid and The Illiad for a few hours.