"Have you ever been to Rome?"
"No." He thought he heard just a trace of wistfulness in her voice. "I haven't been to Europe at all."
"When you do, come to Rome. It was built on grit."
Her mind drifted a bit as she thought of it, and her smile remained. "I think of fountains and marble and cathedrals."
"You'll find them—and more." She had a face exquisite enough to be carved in marble, he thought. A voice quiet and smooth enough for cathedrals. "Rome rose and fell and clawed its way back up again. An intelligent woman understands such things. A romantic woman understands the fountains."
Lessons Learned
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Love is lovelier the second time around, Frank Sinatra told
us.
It's much the same with Rome.
It's much the same with Rome.