This was a throwaway shot from my hotel window during my last trip to Rome a few years back. I recently rediscovered it while going through some old photos, and it’s become one of my favorites again. The stillness, the fluorescent light on the cobblestone, the Vespas — it reminds me so much of the city I called home for five months when I was 21. My memories of Rome are always more sensory than my memories of other cities; the smells, the sounds, that distinct almost-quiet that fell upon the city at night, interrupted by a growling motorino or animated conversation echoing against the travertine walls. Not as silent as the suburbs, but without the constant noise of New York or London. This shot was taken a few blocks from where my apartment was in Trastevere, but on the other side of the river, close to Largo Argentina. Click to enlarge.