There is magic in returning to Rome in November. Especially for someone living in Poland, which for Italians is “far” to the north. Indeed, in my country, sunny days are rare at this time, and warm sunny days basically do not happen.

And then there is Rome. On the one hand, I have an internal compulsion to always visit the same, almost obvious places for every tourist. On top of that, there are my own discoveries. I mean not only churches, but also coffee, alleys, smells.

And people watching. It never gets boring, and Romans (who are so easy to distinguish from tourists) have that SOMETHING on their faces.

But tourists, as always numerous, stop gracefully in front of my camera.

So in Rome nihil novi? Changes are slow. Eternal construction of the third metro line, eternal preparations for smaller and larger celebrations. Eternal chaos. And eternal order. Always the same. Just as it should always be in the Eternal City.