Ahhhhhh, Rome. It’s official. I’m in love with the eternal city… I’ve been here for a little bit and my visit has been essentially straight out of Roman Holiday. The only difference is that instead of sporting Atticus Finch on my arm and having Audrey Hepburn’s waist (!), I’ve simply been ogling marvelous ancient things, shopping amazing vintage (of course Rome has better vintage than New York, of course), and eating and drinking like a mad fool. It’s been absolutely divine- in the best panthiestic sort of way. Could I live on red wine, speck, gnocchi, tartufo honey, grappa, and stracciata? Yes. Would I want to? Yes.