Summertime sadness

It's been a bloody cold winter in England (I expect nothing else), but I was looking through some old photos from Summer and I couldn't help but share the beauty of Rome with you.

North-East Rome (Piazza's near our hotel)




The Vatican





Vatican City



Tiber River


Saint Angelo's castle



Euroma 2 shopping centre


Central Rome



Colosseum 





I hope you enjoyed it, because I certainly got excited for summer when I looked back through these :)

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Sandy xx

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