It was the golden hour. The sun was beginning to cast its golden rays upon the city. We saw a random building that looked really pretty in the setting sun. Then we looked to our left and found ourselves near Castel Sant'angelo. We all looked at each other and began to run towards it. Telepathically the three of us knew we had to be on top of Castel Sant'angelo at sunset. We were determined. We were three girls running through a park, past families and vendors chasing the setting sun. We quickly bought our tickets and sprinted up the numerous flights of stairs. It must have been hilarious watching three girls running through Hadrian's mausoleum like crazy people to capture10 minutes on top of the ancient fortress. We made it (a little sweaty), and it was more than worth it. The view was absolutely priceless. Watching the sun set behind the Vatican with two of my best friends solidifies the fact I am in love with this city and simply cannot leave.
Sant'Agnese in Agone
The setting sun we were up against
Literally running after the sun
Loss of words
I ran into Owen Wilson in Piazza Navona once. In December, that's where the huge Christmas market is.
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