What truly knocks my socks off is the people. From everywhere. Italians and midwesterners dressed to the nines, dressed like tourists, dressed for the summer, all out here, being engulfed, caressed, being buoyed about, with their cameras, bustling up against the natives, awash in the traffic and buildings and proof of life that the city reveals over and over again.
Without the people the city’s just one lump of historical landmarks ridden with asbestos