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I’m really
hesitant to let this cat out of the bag. This is my secret place, a secret
garden, that is, a rooftop garden. It’s a place where you can get away from the
din and tourist crowds of Rome and feel as if
you are in your own private villa overlooking the rooftops of the Eternal City
The pealing church bells, the dome
of the Pantheon at arm's length, terra cotta tiled roofs, a setting ball of orange sun, a
tinkling piano, your own personal barman and a cold effervescent prosecco … it’s
the rooftop bar and restaurant atop the Grand Hotel de la Minerve … and its
where every Roman evening begins and ends for me. Do me a favor, keep this one
to yourself, ok?
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