Why I Would Return to Rome by Colin Gray
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It's Halloween and we're out and about in Rome, dodging scooters and miniscule cars as we try to find somewhere to celebrate one of the stranger holidays of the year. There's a distinct lack of the costumed tom-foolery or gaudy orange decorations that would currently be adorning the pubs at home, making a valiant effort at spreading the party spirit in the cold, dark season preceding Christmas. I guess that's because costumed tomfoolery and gaudy decorations would be far too unfashionable for the people around me, the most fashionable human beings on the planet. I'm guided by the most-fashionable Aldo, a label-wearing Roman whom I'd known for an hour, and Ksenia, a very pretty Ukrainian girl who'd invited me out for an impossible to refuse Halloween beverage after we met at my hostel. The night had started with a drive in search of aperitivo, which ended at Campo Del Fiori, a great little square nearly halfway between the Coliseum and the Vatican. Aldo skillfully piloted his diminutive vehicle through the bustling back streets off Corso Vittorio Emanuele II, trying to squeeze into spaces, which I would have struggled to park my bike in. Eventually he found one to his satisfaction and levered ...

















