My dreamy writing about what I did in Rome.
A place where even the most arid soul becomes artistic, where the rushing slows down, where the old meets new, and where I found something very Italian, very Rome.
The iconic leaning tower of Pisa – the symbol of Italy. On a cool breezy spring afternoon, this place is such a peaceful and gorgeous place to be.
When I stood on top of the hill overlooking the ancient city of Florence, at Piazzale Michelangelo, I finally understood why this place could inspire the artistic, cultural movement of The Renaissance.
My feelings when standing amid the crowded Pizza del Duomo, and admire the centuries-old architecture masterpieces.