I’ve always found Italy enchanting. Rome was no exception. It is a city built around history, literally and metaphorically. The colosseum is built right smack in the middle of a busy street. There are no barricades, no mountains, no ocean nor 354 security checks separating this magnificent piece of art from its people. Art. Everything is a piece of art in Rome. The people and its fashion, the food and its presentation, the language and its colour, the trees and their birds, they are all artful in different but complementing way, each placing its firm footprint on a building brick of this city which was once the capital of the largest empire in the world.
I like the yellow lights that illuminate the city when night falls. It reminds me of romance in different hues. The city is begging for people to fall in love. And in love I fell.
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