I went to Rome. It was beautiful.
It wasn’t a voyage de plaisir, but a voyage de travail, meaning that my boss and I went there to get some work done: there was a wine convention to go to.
We didn’t have much time to visit the city and to relax, so I decided to take some pictures while I was sitting in all the taxis we had to take.
I stole moments here and there from locals and tourists wandering in the eternal city and realized that it really is a marvelous place.
All those orange-red houses, those romantic corners and the light! O gosh, there is so much light in that city! I know that Paris is called ville-lumiere, but Rome should be called ville du soleil.