Rome is a city that screams happiness. People take their time to enjoy, stop to chat in the middle of the streets, value good food more than most other things and drink wine before noon – much like Paris you might think? No, Rome is very different from our beloved Paris, in both good ways and bad (although I’ve still not figured out what the bad ways would be). After walking along cobblestone streets exploring Monti, Trastevere and the oldest part of the city and passing colourful buildings on my way, I had lost track of how many times I was greeted with a smile and “boungiorno signorina” by complete strangers. Something that wouldn’t happen on the Parisian métro, I’m sure.
After spending one day on the back of Annie’s scooter, seeing Rome in the best way possible (and something that simply is a must if you’re heading to the Italian capital), eating an obscene amount of pasta and supplì, dancing the night away under starry skies and celebrating dear friends, and new friendships, I was convinced: I’m moving to Rome.
This realisation did not solely come to me because I’m madly in love with the city (and that beautiful language) but also because it’s not until you leave Paris you actually realise what you’ve (subconsciously) been missing. Don’t panic, I don’t see a move to Roma in the near future at the moment but someday I’ll definitely have to try my luck for a little while in the land of pizza, gorgeous men and wine.