I arrived at Castel Sant’Angelo about 8am and when I got to the rooftop I was alone. Nobody else appeared for 30 minutes and I was able to take a series of nice photos in all directions. I lived in Rome in the late 80’s early 90’s and it has sort of become (it became) my my adopted city overseas. It is an amazing city, not huge but full of treasure after treasure right there in the streets. The classic Latin feeling drips from every building. Life happens in Rome differently than almost anywhere else on Earth. How could it not?
Here is one of those photos looking across the city toward Piazza Venezia.