Chapter 1: “Queued On An Evening In Roma”
From waiting in unimaginably long, unorganized queues with hoards of people, just shuffling feet to add the pretext of movement, to the hustle and bustle of trying to move along in a group in a strange new place (assuming I was amongst mostly tourists), nothing ever changes when it comes to human behaviour regardless of the geographical location. That is my very first observation during my very first vacation to somewhere I did not grow up in.
It’s overwhelming how everything is so new yet so familiar. Movie scenes come to life, eavesdropping on numerous pseudo-intellectuals’ conversations, paired with the incessant noises of shutter lenses capturing what somebody thought was a moment worth remembering. I take a second to ponder over how they did it in the analogue days. …show more content…
With architecture so ethereal here was a city that stood the test of time; a symbol of purity in white. A city looked over by Michelangelo’s angels. An eerie luminescence hovers over the city past sun down. The alleyways were lit by just a lantern or two, and the glow of the autumn leaves as they reflected the dying light of a done day. It’s a shame, I believe, that I have not much more to say due to the short amount of time I spent in Rome. And for now it shall remain a story I can hopefully tell on a later day.
They say when you go to Italy, you go to Eataly. Italian food, known to all as one of the best cuisines in the world, has yet another authenticity when had in quaint little bistros and ristorantes on the sides of the streets - with only little tarpaulins to protect it from the rain - that had customers in plenty enjoying the chilly breeze and the Italiano
From waiting in unimaginably long, unorganized queues with hoards of people, just shuffling feet to add the pretext of movement, to the hustle and bustle of trying to move along in a group in a strange new place (assuming I was amongst mostly tourists), nothing ever changes when it comes to human behaviour regardless of the geographical location. That is my very first observation during my very first vacation to somewhere I did not grow up in.
It’s overwhelming how everything is so new yet so familiar. Movie scenes come to life, eavesdropping on numerous pseudo-intellectuals’ conversations, paired with the incessant noises of shutter lenses capturing what somebody thought was a moment worth remembering. I take a second to ponder over how they did it in the analogue days. …show more content…
With architecture so ethereal here was a city that stood the test of time; a symbol of purity in white. A city looked over by Michelangelo’s angels. An eerie luminescence hovers over the city past sun down. The alleyways were lit by just a lantern or two, and the glow of the autumn leaves as they reflected the dying light of a done day. It’s a shame, I believe, that I have not much more to say due to the short amount of time I spent in Rome. And for now it shall remain a story I can hopefully tell on a later day.
They say when you go to Italy, you go to Eataly. Italian food, known to all as one of the best cuisines in the world, has yet another authenticity when had in quaint little bistros and ristorantes on the sides of the streets - with only little tarpaulins to protect it from the rain - that had customers in plenty enjoying the chilly breeze and the Italiano