La dolce vita
I woke up at the crack of dawn as I wanted the Italian capital all to myself for a couple of hours. It was eerily quiet, too early even for the locals to set off to work. I wound my way along the river, across the bridges until I reached the Vatican city without a single human being in sight. So ingrained into my memory is the emptiness of St Peter’s square with the light rising above the arches that I couldn’t now imagine it flooded with tourists. I spent a long while marveling at this city within a city.
To my eye there are two contrasting sides to Rome; the first being the Eternal city of ancient monuments and grandiose architecture and the second being the Rome of winding backstreets and dilapidated buildings. Last time I tried to share with you the charming side-streets where you’ll stumble across authentic bakeries and cafes but there is no denying that Rome simply wouldn’t be Rome without the intimidating monuments jutting out from the skyline. The city is often referred to as an open-air museum and I entirely agree, it’s impossible to walk down a road and not notice the domed roof of the Pantheon or the crumbling arches of the Colosseum. A place steeped in so much history, it feels as though every wall has a story to tell..