The Roman roads made the trip so much easier.

“Let’s go, boy,” I said to my mule.

After a morning of passing olive trees and rocks, we came to the first of the roadside crosses.

Counting dozens… hundreds lining the road.

“Must have been a big rebellion,” I said.

I recognized a few customers among the dead.

And a few fellow merchants.

“I hope the market is open today,” I said. “Would be a shame to have to turn back.”

And we continued down the road to Caeseria.