The evening of 23 June is Saint John’s Eve. When the sun reaches its highest positive declination, summer starts and darkness is driven away. This both sacred and profane celebration was once one of the most felt in Rome.
Many years ago, on a September night, after crossing Piazza Farnese, I found myself in Via di Monserrato. As I walked though it, my attention was caught by an unusual wall plate on the façade of a sumptuous palazzo.
As October knocks on Rome’s doors, Roman roofs awake at morning covered with a wonderful golden light. In the main daylight hours, along the shady avenues, a thousand shades of green, yellow and red light up the landscape.