48 hours in Rome. What would you expect?
A lunch in Fiumicino.
With my sister (do we look alike? Most people say we do, but not that much…)
Of course: we eat.
Home. And this is my sister’s room, so shabby-chic. Love it!
Lunch in the terrace.
Breakfast at the bar. Oh, how I miss Italian cornetti!
And seas of daisies.
Night out with friends. Of course, we also EAT 😀
In a lovely place called Enosteria.