Tanya Borodina
The city is unfolding in front of me as a present.
Each building conceals ancient secrets but is also calling— look, please your eye, it's free.
On Piazza Navona a passing teenage girl is singing my favourite opera aria, at the Colosseum there is a real show, the workers erect a huge monumental grenade, here you have a drama, risk management in action and free team-development workshop. Noble monks are posing on the hot steps of Basilica di Santa Maria. Fruit market Mercato Testaccio covers tiny archaeological museum. Two musicians on Ponte Sisto are performing the best cover on "Ain't no sunshine when he's gone" I've ever heard (the drums by the way were made of plastic bottles).
Oh Rome, what you do to me!

Last morning, of course, you have to get up early, grab sandwiches and coffee and climb up to Aventino, walking by through the empty sleepy city and realising that it is for 30 seconds is yours and nobody else, and for more than 2500 years people have been walking here and feeling the same and more will be.