How is it possible that on Sunday.

Running through the heart of the city to the countryside, when all is quiet, peaceful, empty, when I can pass the monuments and narrow streets without jostling crowds, buzzing motorini, the distraction of so many people requiring so much getting around them.
It something that requires no interaction, no acknowledgment of anyone else, no arranging. It is just you and our passion for the city, which manages to look the same and different at the same time.