CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Cristiano slowed the car to a crawl so Keira could really drink in the sight of Rome. To her right was a huge cobblestone square, a baroque-style palazzo. To the left a stunning mixture of architecture, from the ancient-looking ochre-colored villas, medieval towers, and Renaissance-era houses, to the even more ancient ruins of an abbey.
“It is two thousand years old,” Cristiano explained as he saw where she was looking. “Built under Augustus’s command.”
Keira couldn’t even find any words to speak. She felt like she was staring back into the past and could almost feel the ghosts of that era with her.
But Rome wasn’t all crumbling ruins, Keira learned as they drove on through the city. It had a Bohemian edge as well, with a vast array of unique independent stores, restau
