There is all human life here, from the bar room brawls (depicted on graffiti and frescoes), to the carbonised figs - plump and juicy that morning then turned into rock, from the erotic wallpaintings (I was astonished to discover that slaves carried on tidying up around the bedroom while the master and mistress of the house happily shagged away in front of them), to the wooden cradle - preserved but fortunately displayed without its tiny occupant who was found under a blanket, the kitchen utensils, the loaf of bread imprinted with the name of the salve who baked it, the lewd and rather shocking statue of a faun shagging a goat. (If you have small children be prepared to do some explaining or plan your route carefully!) and the highly sophisticated interior designs.
If you only see one exhibition this year make it this one. I skived off yesterday for my visit - but it was worth it as I have had an incredibly productive writing day today.