In Edroma, the horses and the chariots and choreographed stampedes have been banned from the hippodrome. The showmen are impoverished and the gladiators have retired. Women are nesting in the bleachers and the sphinx colonnades that channeled the cluttering throngs now house sleepy morning markets. The copper statues of shielded warriors grappling black bears stand amidst laundry drying in the hot sun. Some of the boys playing ball in the sun baked square have taken to dressing them up in ladies’ gowns for laughs. There is fading memory of the games and the obelisks are sinking into the sand. The city is being fortified and filled and soon the stadium will be only an artifact, a secret wonder in a new and sprawling collage.