“It was sometime in summer, let’s call it a midsummer’s night and Rome was suffocating with the kind of heat that emanates from the city, from every single cobblestone and ruin, after a long, hot day of pure sunshine. It’s that season when everyone and everything in the city is a little more provocative- the hemlines rise, shoulders and collarbones are exposed to the night air, hair is let down and then gathered back up, and imaginations run rampant.”
You can find Flavia on Instagram as @whichwaytorome.
