It is not easy to describe Rome. Many writers, artists or simple people have tried, and much and always there would be more to add.
In spring, the color of the sky is of a special cobalt blue and the light that refracts among the domes, palaces, monuments and alleys cannot be explained in a few words. That is why we leave it to a passage from Quer pasticciaccio brutto de' via Merulana, written by a Milanese who loved Rome very much, Carlo Emilio Gadda, to narrate some of the emotions that the eternal city can arouse...
"The brigadier pressed with his foot and accelerated verspanoramao the Fountain. From upright, where the plane thickened with habitations and descended to the river. Rome appeared to him stretched out as on a map or a model. It hardly smoked, at Porta San Paolo: a clear proximity of infinite thoughts and palaces, which the tramontana had cleansed and which the lukewarm onset of the sirocco had after a few hours, with its usual waffling, resolved into easy images and gently dilated. The mother-of-pearl dome: domes, towers; dark patches of the pine forests. Elsewhere ashy, elsewhere all pink and white veils in confirmation: a sugar on a paste, in a Scialoia morning. It seemed n'orologgione squashed to the ground that the chain of the Claudio aqueduct bound ... joined ... to the mysterious sources of the dream."
The house is lovely, with a beautiful terrace among the rooftops of Rome. Convenient and close to all places of interest. Delightful and helpful owners.