where men delight in baby care...
and hidden chapels convey more glories than the Sistine Chapel which has been robbed of all its mystery by too many people, loudspeaker announcements and flashing cameras...
where windowsills have their own madonnas...
and glass is not just glass but a work of art, and there is a curious taste for holes in ceilings.
No photographs can convey the sight and sound of thousands of starlings swooping over Piazza Navona to roost in the trees by the Tiber; the bubbles fizzing in the frequent glasses of prosecco; the delicious smells of the Officina Profumo Farmacia di Santa Maria Novella; the first bite of a piggy sandwich in Frascati.........