Ostia Antica is an entire Roman town left standing at the mouth of the Tiber, twenty kilometres downriver from the city. It was Rome's port, and the grain that fed a million people came through it. What survives is the plan of a whole working town, not only its monuments. A paved main street runs with kerbs and crossings, and blocks of flats stand two and three storeys high with staircases and balconies. There are warehouses, public latrines with the seats in a row, and a bar with a marble counter and a painted menu on the wall behind it.
The strangest space is a rectangular portico behind the theatre. More than seventy small offices open off it, and in front of each one a black-and-white mosaic advertises what the firm inside did: grain from Africa, timber, rope, an elephant for the shipping line that brought them. One belonged to a guild of divers whose job was recovering cargo from the harbour bottom. It is the only place where the trading offices of an ancient port still carry their own signs. The town emptied as the harbour silted up, and nobody was left to carry off its stone.