Rome is not a city you photograph—it’s a city that photographs you back. Its light, its dust, its geometry—everything conspires to compose itself. This is not a checklist of landmarks; it’s a meditation on how to see.

Don’t chase perfection. Rome is beautiful because it resists control. If the sky burns out, the photo will still live—because it holds what Rome gives to everyone who looks: imperfection, rhythm, and infinite light.