Rome’s Dirty Secret

I look back to my time in Rome with nostalgia. Of the four cities I love, it swaps in and out of the top spot with the changing of my mood. Because I live here, and ours is a love affair of daily interaction, New York does not get a rank. I love Paris, because she is like an old friend that you haven’t visited as much as you should, but when you catch up, it is exactly where you left off. She is elegant and romantic, but she is always third. London is a…