Another thing worth seeing but maybe not worth going to see is the Circus Maximus. This was Rome’s racetrack and carnival grounds where famously the authorities bribed the mob with bread and circuses. It was a big deal back then, a field now.
My old colleague Bogdan in Poland gave me insights into the bread and circuses thing. He explained that under communism the authorities would create artificial shortages of things people wanted, like sausage. Then they would hold a big event where these things would be available, ensuring a big crowd to support whatever they were sponsoring.
On second thought, the Circus Maximus is worth going to see if only to see how things important in the past can sink, sort of the Ozymandias quality. Or maybe – still in the poetic mind-set – the Sandburg poem “Grass.” Consider all the blood, sweat and tears shed at this place, now just a grassy field.