Rome
Alone

SAMPLE

Light, Marble, and the Texture of Time

Step off the metro at Flaminio and walk up to the Pincian Hill late in the day, and the sun turns the travertine the color of honey.

From the terrace at dusk, the sky over the domes of the center shifts from gold to rose.

The rest of Rome arrives in small finds: a baroque fountain you come across by accident late at night, a bar with a worn wooden counter that has served the same street for decades, a medieval cloister behind a plain door on a lane you had walked down all week.

A free excerpt from Rome Alone.