The city that made me feel
small in the best way.
Rome was a childhood dream. And when I finally got there at 22, young and full of enthusiasm, it didn't disappoint — the buildings, the art on every corner, the beauty hiding in plain sight even among all the tourists. But my most treasured memory from that trip wasn't a museum or a monument. It was a sunset from above Piazza del Popolo. Standing up there I felt so small. And at the same time so completely amazed. The sky had dyed the city in colours I struggle to describe. From up there I could see the dome of St Peter's Basilica changing — yellow first, then orange, then deep orange, the last colour before the sun gave up for the day. I've seen many sunsets since. That one I still carry with me.