I have just had a really flying visit to the site of Aphrodisias in Turkey, the Greco Roman city that has probably produced more important Roman discoveries over the last fifty years or so than anywhere else: Roman inscriptions by the ton have been found and published, but amongst other things uncovered pride of place must go to the "Sebasteion", the sanctuary of the imperial cult and to the extraordinary array of sculptured panels with which it was originally decorated (showing emperors in various poses and scenes from Greek myths). 80 of these survive from an original 200.
But I was most struck by the changes in the place since I went there almost 40 years ago. The summer after I graduated (that's 1977), I worked there on the inscriptions for a couple of weeks, and I got to know the place pretty well. It was an excavation run very much on old school lines by a quixotic, baronial, Turkish-American director (whom I discovered yesterday had actually been buried on the site). That meant dorms, cold showers (unless you were a visiting dignitary, for whom miraculously hot water appeared), communal and rather deferential meals, and after dinner (this is one especially quixotic bit) compulsory viewing of films in Turkish with no sub-titles (my Turkish was a little less rudimentary then than it is now, but still barely up to a Mickey Mouse cartoon, let alone a feature film).