Checking the last stone tent today.

I know it was in use by troops earlier this week and they left little traces behind, such as this hard-boiled egg in a niche by the main door, with cigarette end accompaniment.

A few more pieces of eggshell in the enclosed porch from another, presumably eaten, egg, suggests someone didn’t want their second egg, or ran out of time to eat it.

If I’d found this with a Roman wall, however…

Sardis dig yields enigmatic trove: ritual egg in a pot