When in Rome

In an attempt to thwart autumn’s approach, our columnist fled south to Rome and returned, entranced by the Eternal City.

I’VE returned from Rome resembling a panda – in terms of girth and eye rings. I blame it on their oh-so-irresistible gelati and the odd gentlemen who think nothing of releasing their inner Pavarotti at ungodly hours. But I’m most certainly going back – even if I didn’t do that obligatory, touristy, backwards fling of a coin into the Trevi Fountain that apparently ensures your return here.