“He turns toward the voice. It is as though the darkness itself has spoken. But when he looks closer he can make her out - the very pale blonde hair first, gleaming in what little light there is, then the shimmering stuff of her dress.” RomanceHistoricalRomeItalyEscapismMeetingEncounterSummer ReadFiftiesSummer ReadingRooftopVintage StyleHoliday ReadDolce VitaLove SceneEternal CityThe Eternal CityLa Dolce VitaRoman HolidayRoman Holiday 1953Summer ReadsBrief EncounterHoliday ReadingHoliday Reads Author:Lucy Foley