Rome
If Rome did not exist, it should have to be invented.
You can see ancient Rome or you can see a modern Rome or both in a package, this it’s what you get once you get here. The bridge between them is what gives Rome that special charm. It’s beautiful, but also it’s crazy, it’s courtesy, but it’s messy too, it’s charming but also dangerous.
The streets are crowded with handsome, cordial people, talking continuously everywhere – as if doing a duty of honor in confirming the clichés circulating about them.
In Rome, every street name and every building says something. Impressive excess of sacred art, miracles of architecture and engineering. The kilometer-long museums, are the pinnacle in terms of knowledge and aesthetic realization of humanity. Rafael, Bramante, Da Vinci, Michelangelo, Bernini.
What could be said more? Pakistani street vendors with hideous Chinese souvenirs, next to the works of classical and renaissance mega-artists. Baroque fountains, monumental sculptures, hundreds of churches and tombs. Ice cream salons, stylish or old-fashioned shops, narrow and dizzying streets, mopeds. Wines and pizza. Minestrone and tiramisu. All of world class.
Once a huge empire, the center of the Earth for a so much long time, Rome, the eternal city, is mixed today in the madness of its motorcycle “regiments”. The present has remained small and yet, you can’t help but see all that splendor under the bluest sky! And then you understand that the garbage on the street corner, the refugees of Africa, the contemporary kitsch have nothing to do with what you have to experience here – layer upon layer of hectic and dense city, millennium upon millennium of history – and this not as a finished exhibit, but as an genuine living organism.
Rome
If Rome did not exist, it should have to be invented.
You can see ancient Rome or you can see a modern Rome or both in a package, this it’s what you get once you get here. The bridge between them is what gives Rome that special charm. It’s beautiful, but also it’s crazy, it’s courtesy, but it’s messy too, it’s charming but also dangerous.
The streets are crowded with handsome, cordial people, talking continuously everywhere – as if doing a duty of honor in confirming the clichés circulating about them.
In Rome, every street name and every building says something. Impressive excess of sacred art, miracles of architecture and engineering. The kilometer-long museums, are the pinnacle in terms of knowledge and aesthetic realization of humanity. Rafael, Bramante, Da Vinci, Michelangelo, Bernini.
What could be said more? Pakistani street vendors with hideous Chinese souvenirs, next to the works of classical and renaissance mega-artists. Baroque fountains, monumental sculptures, hundreds of churches and tombs. Ice cream salons, stylish or old-fashioned shops, narrow and dizzying streets, mopeds. Wines and pizza. Minestrone and tiramisu. All of world class.
Once a huge empire, the center of the Earth for a so much long time, Rome, the eternal city, is mixed today in the madness of its motorcycle “regiments”. The present has remained small and yet, you can’t help but see all that splendor under the bluest sky! And then you understand that the garbage on the street corner, the refugees of Africa, the contemporary kitsch have nothing to do with what you have to experience here – layer upon layer of hectic and dense city, millennium upon millennium of history – and this not as a finished exhibit, but as an genuine living organism.
