As for where I’d like to live: it’s got to be via Urbana, a narrowish and prettyish (though far from immaculate) street running from somewhere near the Colosseum to somewhere near the train station. It slopes gently uphill from the Suburra, a notoriously louche district in antiquity, not far from the start of the Cloaca Maxima, one of the world’s first public sewers. I don’t see the estate agents putting that in the brochure. A little apartment – not too little – in a plain, yellow-ochre building, with some sort of vegetation trailing down from the eaves, the street itself quiet but not too quiet, with a little trattoria just over the road, the bars and chatter of piazza Madonna dei Monti around the corner, a metro station nearby. You can imagine living there.
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