This period, a couple of centuries after the fall of the western Roman empire, presents an interesting situation for those living in it. They lived in a world of small, wooden structures. Yet all around are still examples standing of magnificent architectural and artistic achievements by the Romans, achievements they cannot hope to duplicate. Massive aqueducts, domed temples, impossibly straight roads stretching to the horizon, intricate mosaics and paintings in vibrant colors. So many things. What must they thought of the people who had created them? That they were they a race of gods? I don’t think they thought that but it must have seemed as if they were magical somehow. On the one hand, it must have been awe inspiring to walk into a place like London and see still intact Roman walls and villas, yet at the same time must have been a bit of a bummer to know that they were crumbling and your civilization lacked to skills to even maintain what your ancestors built.
Yep. Much like the Myans after the fall of their classical civilization. In some cases they tried to put monuments back together but put the stones upside down because nobody knew how to read the writing any longer.
Sort of a Detroit situation.