The discovery of Pithecusae, the Greek colony founded by the Euboeans in Lacco AMeno in the eighth century BC, is all due to Bucchner’s work.
Among the most important pieces located in the museum is the Cup of Nestor, also known as a kotyle, decorated with geometric motifs and dating back to the eight century BC.
They might as well have been something that took place on a stage, or a rugby field.
Bougainvillea and mounds of ipomoea tumble down towards the restaurants and beaches.I had never got Homer as a boy, even as it was rammed down our throats at school, largely, it seems now, because I hadn’t seen these sea- and landscapes.More than 700 tombs emerged, an astonishing mixture of cultures from the 8th century BC: Greeks from Euboea, Phoenicians from Tyre, Sidon, Byblos and Carthage, peoples from the Italian peninsula, Aramaeans from modern Syria, all clustered side by side.It is the contents of those tombs which, in 1999, were finally put on show to the public at the Museo Archeologico di Pithecusae, in the cool marble halls of the Villa Arbusto.In fact, you can find all kids of artifacts including religious objects, utensils, jewelry, children’s toys, bottles of scented oils and ointments, and even parts of houses, such as decorated eaves, and terracotta cookware.
The civilization was so advanced that it lived on the cultivation of wine, crafts, and life at sea, as shown by another fascinating artifact, a vase with the name Il Cratere del Naufragio.Only in 1952 was Buchner able to begin his excavations.Year after year through the 1950s, he dug in the cemetery of the settlement there and on the acropolis above.From a scientific point of view, the important thing is that the verses of Nestor’s Cup, in addition to being one of the oldest examples of Greek writing in our possession, are also the first known fragments of poetry dating back to the time of Homer and preserved in their original form, the same as that of the famous epic poem.In the museum you can reconstruct an entire world from the first Greek colony of the west, Pithecusae. I had tramped around Crete and Mycenae and the other Bronze Age palaces in the Peloponnese. The only time I have ever missed a plane was when I was sitting in Barcelona airport that year, reading the “Iliad”, too absorbed to notice that my flight was closing.