Rome. Love letter. As if someone had asked for a collection of all the great monuments across centuries of change . A splash of bathtubs from Caracalla. An amphitheater at the end of the street, a few columns in the corner of a busy traffic intersection, the odd obelisk from Egypt, fountains fed by ancient aqueducts and churches by the great superstars of Baroque. A little renaissance here and there, a dash of medieval,  a river that once was the heart of the city and Michelangelo‘s dome of St Peters in pink hew at sunset like a beacon seen pretty much everywhere.

As if it were possible to capture so much inside such a small space. An outdoor museum.