You are hustle and bustle.
You are sellers on the streets,
You are two tourists for every cobblestone.
You are old, mixed with new; history hand-in-hand with modernity.
You are traffic, always. Toy cars weaving around your noble, crumbling monuments, around your looming and commanding Colosseum; pinnacles of past glory still holding their ground.
You are art, religion, detail.
How could anyone just go about their day? People, look up. Look up!