Rome
A large museum, a living room to be crossed on tiptoe

Our Rome you will see. You will see it from its hills:
from the shining Quirinal to the Janiculum,
from the Aventine to the Pincio even more brilliant in the extreme
vespers, the supreme miracle, irradiate the skies ...
Nothing is greater and more sacred. It has in itself the light of a star.
Not only its skies radiates, but the whole world, Rome.

Gabriele D'Annunzio, from Elegie Romane, Congedo, L'Oleandro

In the subtitle
cit. Alberto Sordi