Crossed the threshold of the city wall, built almost two thousand years ago
by Aureliano the Emperor, you will see to emerge horizons composed by façades
of princeply buildings, by hardy flights of steps, sculptures shaped with ancient
marbles. Churches that conceal mosaics of byzantine golds, fluted columns, tamples
devoted to immortal gods, doms, climb up to the sky. Springing waters from fanciful
boards animated by tritons, naiads and sea gods. Mauloleums to be transformed into
inespugnable castles, streets run across by triumphant emperors, towers built to defende
city powers. Stadiums with athlets, circus with running bigas and arenas with wild
animals and fearless gladiators full of spectators.
You can, for the first time in your life, to ascertain, finally, how the history has never stopped walking and how kings, emperors, popes and great artists rendered eternal a city.
You can, for the first time in your life, to ascertain, finally, how the history has never stopped walking and how kings, emperors, popes and great artists rendered eternal a city.
