Giardino degli Aranci
Snow in Rome is somehow magic.
And it little matters the troubles that it creates.
It little matters for instance that I got stuck in the traffic jam for six hours and half, proceeding at the speed of 800 m (800 m!) per hour. Or that we don’t know whether Mathilde’s tomorrow flight to Paris will be able to leave (and even in case it will, whether we would be able to reach Fiumicino, the airport).
Perhaps because so rare, perhaps because so abundant, snow in Rome is still somehow magic…