-Democritus XIII. The escapades of the night before hadn't done much to hinder the waking hours for The Pantheon. Their bodies still weren't used to the time difference between Florida and Athens anyway, and there was plenty of time to sleep on buses. They had spent the morning sleep-walking through the National Archaeological Museum, but a nap on the bus followed by the discovery of a foreign caffeinated drink in a bright red can had renewed their energy. The afternoon tour was to the Kerameikos cemetery. The enormous ancient cemetery featured low stone walls and crumbling columns that divided patches of green grass. They had walked through the museum shortly after lunch, looking at ancient pottery much like the pieces they had seen in the National Museum that morning. Red clay pots were painted with black bases and scenes of static figures enacting ancient myths. After a walk through the museum, they made their way out into the cemetery. To keep them on task, the art teacher had given them a scavenger hunt of statues to photograph.
