“Night doesn't fall in Rome; it rises from the city's heart, from the gloomy little alleys and courtyards where the sun never gets much more than a brief look-in, and then, like the mist from the Tiber, it creeps over the rooftops and spreads up into the hills.” LooksHeartLittlesNightFallCitiesSunSpreadHillsRomeMistCreepsGloomyAlleysRooftops Author:Caroline Llewellyn