What the eye sees first it always remembers
Rome was my initial glance at Europe, it holds to be my favourite city
Why do I like it most?
Perhaps it’s the sense of familiarity, or it’s aura
Or maybe it’s character and it’s people’s loud nature
The food is delicious and made with love; it’s touch of old and tradition is inspiring
It’s a sassy city, it’s men and women are well dressed
Their dark skin against their white cotton clothing and scattered Jewellery excites me
It’s an understated classy, not as snobby and straight A as Paris, a city with attitude, roughness and oomph
I love Gelato, it’s a treat that I can have for breakfast, lunch and dinner, also brunch and every time I want something to munch
It’s buildings are grand, you walk the city as though you’re walking through history
The Vatican City itself is something else, I’d do it no justice if I attempted to describe it
If you’re planning to visit anytime soon then consider yourself lucky, I’ve just done the hard work for you:
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Comfortable shoes are a must, but keep it stylish – it’s a crime to let ease over looks take priority.
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Walk around the city, every street is different, every corner has a huge building with history that interest those that are not even interested.
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The Vatican City, Museum and Sistine Chapel are a must, waaaaw.
Now, let’s take a pit stop for food ..
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Prepare to CARB LOAD, a term that makes me uncomfortable but you cannot escape it, so let’s make it worthwhile:
– For traditional Pasta you must visit Trattoria Da Enzo, a really popular restaurant, one I recommend you book in advance to avoid the long wait, trust me you will be waiting.
– For traditional Pizza, visit Pizzeria Ai Marmi, very casual but delicious! -
Gelatoooooooo, yes. Take my word when I tell you that we tried every good Gelato in the city, here are the best well known, best ranked and most delicious:
– Gelato Giolitti ( The oldest Gelato place in Rome)
– Fatamorgana Gelato
– Gelato Di san Crispino
– Gelato Del Teator
If I was born Italian I’d say Rome’s mid city feels like home, but awkwardly enough I’m not.
Third time lucky, forth is what I look forward to.
I call it crazy love ❤
Écrire,ns. 