Ancient beyond comprehension

I first visited Knossos in 1985. It was July, the sun blazed out of a blue sky, our guide was a young woman in a waisted yellow dress, slender and dark-haired like a modern-day bull dancer. I had two young children with me and we got to see the queen's bathroom.

Today rain threatened (but only fell when we were in the bus), our guide was knowledgeable but not in the least like a bull-dancer, and it all seemed very crowded. The queen's bathroom has, apparently, been closed for years.

The Archeological Museum in Heraklion, on the other hand, has been totally rebuilt and is magnificent. I'm still vulgarly gobsmacked at the antiquity of it all...