I can mosey along the Tiber River for hours and never tire of its humming rush and scenic display. The foliage reorients, weakening leaves to make room for the beauty of bare branches. And as I cross one of the many bridges that link the city’s center to Rome’s best kept secret, I discover the charming little town so many locals have suggested I explore: Trastevere.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Quaint eateries hidden beneath overgrown vines or at the ends of abandoned alleyways. Though teeming with tourists, you can easily slip past them and revel in a corner all your own. If this neighborhood doesn’t scream European charm, I fear I’ll never know what does.