Thus, I am surprisingly in Rome. A golden opportunity to cat sitting one of the many gatti romani and I flew on the first plane to Italy.
And here I am on Roman Holiday. I am no princess but I try to sink into the same naive joy as Audrey Hepburn while I am exploring the seven hills city, where every crossroad is a remembrance and a proof of history.
And I let myself being stunned, I let myself being unsettled, I let myself being moved, because this is what is the most beautiful in Rome: the treasure hiding where you wouldn’t expect…
August 2020
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 