Maybe its part of my continued love affair with Spain, or maybe simply because its a beautiful landmark, but to me, when in Rome, there is no better place to watch nightfall than than from a perch on the Spanish Steps. 

The three of us, in our flip-flop feet, walked briskly from Travestere to get to the steps at the ideal time to watch the skies go from blue, to pink, to red and then black, AFTER we picked up a bottle of Italian Soave (a unique white wine to Italy) to enjoy while we gathered with thousands who were all doing the same. What a beautiful ending to such a lovely day.

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