On our third and final day in Rome started with visiting the wonderful Borghese Gallery, in the Borghese park. The Casina Borghese lies on the outskirts of seventeenth-century Rome. By 1644, John Evelyn described it as “an Elysium of delight” with “Fountains of sundry inventions, Groves and small Rivulets of Water”. Bernini’s statue of Apollo and Daphne was so beautiful that my mom and walked around the villa twice just to see it again. Because we couldn’t use our cameras, I borrowed a picture from google to show you. Can you believe that six of Caravaggio’s twelve paintings adorned the walls of the VIII and final room in the villa? It was an unforgettable experience.
After the visit to the gallery we walked through the villa grounds, now turned into a park, and made our way to the Pizza del Popolo. From there we continued down towards via Candotti, the fashion street of Rome. We went shopping and I bought two pairs of shoes, a beautiful silk/wool navy scarf, and two flowy skirts.
My amused face :P I love the details of this silk shirt. I bought it on our first day in Rome and it has been my favorite shirt ever since. It goes perfectly with shorts, jeans, and tight skirts.What I’m wearing: Shirt: Sandro, Shorts: Mink Pink, Flats: Michael Kors, Bag: Stella McCartney, Sunglasses: D&G.
We ate lunch at a local restaurant, hidden between expensive italian stores and cathedrals. I had the pasta á La Vongole and my mom ate tagliatelle with rare black truffles. Of course we had a glass of white and red wine to accompany the food. The restaurant itself was a little shabby, and I was almost convinced that one of the younger waiters was tipsy, but all these things contributed to the charm of the place. You see, it wasn’t the exterior that counted, but the delicious food. It was simplicity at its peak.
Between lunch, shopping, and dinner we drank coffee and ate heavenly tiramisu at The Antico Caffè Greco. Caffè Greco is an historic landmark café which opened in 1760 on 86, Via dei Condotti in Rome, Italy. It is perhaps the best known and oldest bar in Rome and within Italy only Caffè Florian in Venice (established in 1720) is older. There is a bit of interesting knowledge. Thank you wikipedia for dates :)
We ate dinner at the Hessler Hotel, a 5* hotel at the top of the Spanish steps. I don’t have a picture of my outfit but I wore a black Alexander Wang draped dress with my favorite black Jimmy Choo heels. As you can imagine, I had to be very careful when walking on the cobblestones. I also forgot to take a picture of the hotel, but to share my experience I’ve found some images online that I think perfectly reflect the atmosphere and aura of the night. It was a fairytale.
Top floor dining with unparalleled views of Rome. The hotel lies on top of the famous Spanish Steps.
On our departure day we ate breakfast served on the rooftop overlooking the old and new, yet always beautiful, of Rome. Before the taxi came to pick us up I took a pen from the reception- which I have used to write in my journal ever since. This is me saying goodbye to Rome in my favorite Iro jacket.
Our plane was delayed two hours… but I surprisingly did’t mind because it meant more time lingering in Rome, or Rome lingering in my mind. It meant more time with just my mom and I. I was also able to finish “The Beautiful and the Damned” by F. Scott Fitzgerald. It has beautiful, if not somewhat incomprehensible language at times. I particularly adored the thick prose describing the mental state of Gloria and Anthony, and the claustrophobic pathetic fallacy. So, while these quotes in no way describe my exper to end this post with a quote:
“The lightning was interminable, letting down thick drops of thunder like pig iron from the heart of a white-hot furnace.”
“Then I grew up, and the beauty of succulent illusions fell away from me. The fibre og my mind coarsened and my eyes grew miserably keen.”