Eyes wide open, colourful scarf around your neck, I watch Rome lights bounce off your face. Piazza di Spagna’s staircase frames your body like a painting, the flow of the waters in the fountain like a light wisper lost in the wind. We walk towards the Hotel, slowly, taking our time in a life made of breathless runs. This is not the Rome of my childhood anymore, but somehow my Rome still. All paved streets, soft breeze and lights behind corners, the city welcomes me like an old friend. You walk by my side, and absorbed in that silence of yours that speaks to me without sounds, you wait patiently for my memory to loose its charm.
The front of the Hotel Savoy appears suddlendly in front of our eyes, a single white spot in a city of grey, sky and magic. From the huge glass main door warm lights and wide ceiling seems to call our tired legs. “With those white columns and the upper terrace, it looks like the doll house I had when I was a child”.
The Hotel seats majestic in front of our faces, a mix of pride and devotion carved in its slim shape. I feel it right away, the effect of its elegance on my skin. The two high palm trees mark the center of the building, enhancing the heart of its structure, with those two fancy letters imprinted on the glass front door, like the rose window of a church.
“Should we go insied?” Smiling you take my hand, and I follow you without asking why, like I always do, matching my steps with yours.
We’re welcomed by the scent of marble, footprints of love and elegance on every detail.
Huge chandeliers above our heads, floors so shiny I can see the reflection of our shadows. To my right, a long mirror gives me back the image of your face, and all I can think of is that this is what happiness should look like, a light that shines from within while you look around like you’re part of a fairy-tale. And I guess that here, in one of the most beautiful hotel of all Rome, my hand in yours, your fairy-tale feels so real.
Our room is all warm tones and light wallpaper, a bed so huge that, once I’m lying on it, it almost swallows me whole.
From our window, the light of the sun reflects on the wooden surfaces and on your dark hair: outside, on the terrace, Rome stares at us, frozen and endless, a sea of streets and houses below our eyes. “I have never seen such nice bathroom, I’m almost afrai to use it!” you wisper to me, but then the warm spray of the shower swiftly makes you change your mind, and you pass the next hour dancing goofly in it, so amazed that you can stretch your legs and arms wide open and still not touch the walls.
Too tired to leave our bed, we spoil each other with room service. With full bellies and warm skin we spend the evening tracing all the trips you want to take in the city on a map, while I forget that I know it so well like the palm of my hands and I start to discover it along your side, maybe getting to really know it for the first time at all.