Rome is a strange city: it’s a huge, chaotic metropolis where ancient and modern not only coexist at close quarters, but even blur together. Those who were born and raised there often forget it; those who come to visit, sooner or later, realize it: Rome is wild. Beneath the makeup and lights of modernity, the great urban jungle is, for all intents and purposes, a place where contact with nature is never interrupted.

With the energetic hustle and bustle of people, it’s often forgotten that there are sides of the metropolis to which traffic cannot come, where the telephone does not have service, and where the roads, battered by neglect and bad weather, lack asphalt; there are not even sampietrini, bars or any other form of urbanity as we understand it today, and it is even difficult to find a nasone (a Roman world for the typical, little public drinking fountains) to refresh oneself.