Paestum

  

 

 

Edward Hutton devoted a chapter to Paestum, its history and its three spectacular, deserted temples: all that is left of an ancient Greek colony that predated the Romans. *

 

The great spectacle which La Cava or Salerno usually affords the traveller, which for the most part is the reason for a visit to them, is the Greek Temples of Paestum, twenty-four miles to the south of Salerno in the malarious marsh by the low seashore that stretches from Monte Giove on the north to Agropoli on the south. The traveller usually leaves La Cava or Salerno or even Naples in the morning, spends the best part of the day at Paestum, and returns in time for dinner; and this procedure, unsatisfactory as it is, forces one to see those marvellous sanctuaries in the company of a crowd of tourists and in the ugliest hours of the day, but is generally considered necessary on account of the unhealthy and malarious situation of Paestum itself.  Paestum, however, is worth any sort of trouble to see quietly, apart from the crowd, and best of all in the early morning, and therefore one should leave Salerno by automobile so as to get the early morning and if possible the rising sun over the Temples at Paestum, which alas, has been much sophisticated since I first knew it. In the old days I used to go to Eboli and drive from there. Eboli itself, the ancient Eburnum, on the hills to the north-east of the great Pianura di Pesto, I found to be full of interest. This almost unvisited little town boasted a quite possible hostelry in the Albergo Pastore, and from the grand old Castello offered the traveller glorious views of the great mountains and over the forest and the plain to the far-away temples and the sea….

 

The road from Eboli to Paestum very early in the morning was full of delight. The forest of Persano was of old of much greater extent and beauty than it is today; but in 1746 all the Bosco Grande was destroyed by fire: what remains is a vast ruin of the great forest of the Silarus…

 

But not the  wild desolation of the plain, nor its silence, nor its shadowy light, prepare one in any way at all for that vision of splendour and sadness which it still guards so well. One enters the gate of the desolate city, and there within the low over grown far-stretched walls of the place, in the immense silence of early morning, in the clear and tender light beside the sea, three temples stand that in their mysterious isolation and tragic beauty are like something wholly divine, at one with the sky and the earth and the sea, from which indeed they come, out of which they were hewn, and in honour of which they still stand, abandoned by man, after centuries of silence, in so great majesty.

 

Within a walled pentagon, near three miles in circumference, they are alone with the sun, the sea and the wind. What can that city have been like which boasted such sanctuaries as these? It cannot have been less, one might think, than the capital of Magna Graecia, beside which Cuma was a provincial town and Neapolis a village….

 

The three temples stand within the ruined walls in a rough and stony place, strewn with the debris of other buildings and overgrown with brambles and wild flowers, and among them the newly-planted twice-blossoming roses of which Virgil sings. The two principal temples stand there together in the south, their facades facing the agora, or market-place, the consecrated open space which in coast towns usually lay on the sea side of the city….

 

When all is said, however, the delight of Paestum lies in its appeal to the eye, in the sheer beauty of these golden buildings shining there in the dawn between the great mountains and the sea, in the midst of the wide plain, deserted and silent, where only the sun and the wind are at home.

 

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Edward Hutton: Naples and Campania Revisited. London, 1958.Preface. Pp. 227-234.

*Note: Look at this image of a diver from a fresco now in the Paestum Museum provided by David Orme from England. What does it tell us about ancient Greece and Rome?