There you go, I'm in Rome again, after 2,5 days in Florence.
Firenze, a very cute city, absolutely nice for a visit, it did not speak to my heart. Not in the way Rome does and did since the first day many years ago.
Wandering through the narrow streets in the centre without a destination in the sweet sunlight of the late afternoon.
But what is it exactly that Rome has and Florence doesn't?
Rome is bigger, more chaotic, dirtier perhaps, more tiring for sure. Noisy as hell.
I guess it's like being in love, you know it, you feel it and yet you can't point at the single thing which makes a difference. Not that love alone would suffice, yet with no love nothing can even start. Not even picking your residence.
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