I think of Troy. What a loss it will be if history finally gives us the shape of Cleopatra's nose. Poet George Barker cast an odd light on this when he wrote, Life is torpedoed and like a Titanic goes under Threshing her ensigns Against the dreadnought seas of blood and thunder That flood our visions. Nice image there. Now that we've found the flooded relics of the Titanic and Cleopatra's palace, you might well ask whether our visions have grown larger or been blunted by the reduction of mystery.
Several sites offer more information about the archaeological work.