No other city comes close. It may no longer be
caput mundi (capital of the world), but Rome is an epic, bubbling-over metropolis harbouring lost empires. One visit and you’ll be hooked. Rome has a glorious monumentality that it wears without reverence. Its architectural heirlooms are buzzed around by car and Vespa as if they were no more than traffic islands.
The city bombards you with images: elderly ladies with dyed hair chatting in
Trastevere; priests with cigars strolling the
Imperial Forums; traffic jams around the
Colosseum; plateloads of pasta in
Piazza Navona; sinuous trees beside the
Villa Borghese; barrages of pastel-coloured scooters revving up at traffic lights as if preparing for a race.
No other city comes close. It may no longer be caput mundi (capital of the world), but Rome is an epic, bubbling-over metropolis harbouring lost empires. One visit and you’ll be hooked. Rome has a glorious monumentality that it wears without reverence. Its architectural heirlooms are buzzed around by car and Vespa as if they were no more than traffic islands.
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