Writers in Rome

Rome is connected through a network of glorious cobblestone pathways. Cobblestone pathways like the words to a thousand page novel going on and on, into glorious book heaven, leading in and out throughout the city. The pages in my mind were falling all around through the Roman streets as I wandered. What stories the writers throughout history must have created upon entering this place!

Surely Sir W. Shakespeare desired to summer amongst the Romans, though easyjet fares from Stratford-upon-Avon direct to Rome were a few centuries away. Since international travel would have been only accessible to the extremely wealthy of the time, evidence suggests William only wrote about Italy.


Frances Mayes on a day trip from Under The Tuscan Sun surely stopped in for some gelato. Elizabeth Gilbert must have been snacking away on Italian pizzas amongst the ruins before escaping to India. This wouldn’t even touch upon the countless scribes, journalists, teachers, researchers, bloggers or students before them who’ve each written glorious Roman words.

Augustus Hare an Englishman in the 1800’s wrote in Walks of Rome: “It must not, however, be supposed, that one short residence at Rome will be sufficient to make a foreigner acquainted with all its varied treasures”. It’s hard to let the feeling soak into you in just one stay.

Standing overshadowed by the Arch of Constantine at the Coliseum looking down the alley of the Roman Forum, I can say I was there. Whether a long or a short time, there is a lot to think about and take in from “The Rome”.

Stepping along the cobblestones past restaurants, shops, and into the plaza that houses the Pantheon, you are greeted by precise angles and enormous pillars. You’re greeted, welcomed, en-tranced forward towards this magnetic building, drawing people from all surrounding alleyways into the circular structure.


This structure was built in the age of the emperor Augustus at the beginning of the Roman Empire and commissioned by Marcus Agrippa.

M. Agrippa for the third time built this roughly translates the latin inscription on the entranceway, like very old corporate sponsorship advertising. It seems more mysterious and foreign not knowing the meaning.

If you’ve come to talk, you will be shushed in roughly 8 languages. “Silenzio, Quiet please,” starts the list calling out over the echoing overhead intercom. You’ll miss the moment if you’re not silent, you see.


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