Remember one of my favorite places in Rome? That aqueduct park only a ten minute walk off the “A” metro that no tourists really go to, but is one of the loveliest places in the whole city to breathe in Roman life and get really intimate with ruins? And I’ve written about here and here? It’s lovely in all times of year, but spring might be the best. Because spring means wildflowers:
Before I traveled and lived in Italy I had a vague sense that wildflowers were a thing. Mostly I thought of the bright yellow dandelions that are a scourge to midwestern lawns. But in Rome there are poppies and god knows what other types of flowers, but whatever they all are, they serve to make what is already a surreally beautiful scene nearly unbearably picturesque.