Night doesn't fall in Rome; it rises from the city's heart, from the gloomy little alleys and courtyards where the sun never gets much more than a brief look-in, and then, like the mist from the Tiber, it creeps over the rooftops and spreads up into the hills.
Caroline LlewellynIf a place is in your blood, you leave it at your peril. You will never be happy anywhere else.
Caroline Llewellyn