Confession time. Rome during the day is okay. It is chaotic, loud, and jam-packed with people. It’s Rome.

But, at night, Rome changes. It becomes a city I really like. A little quieter. A little friendlier. With gorgeous juxtapositions of light and shadow. I now understand why Romans don’t bother going out for dinner until 7:30 pm at the earliest. If you go to bed too early, you miss all the glorious stuff.

My boys are sleeping. I should join them. Good night, all.

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