Rome was sweltering hot on this day, I felt like a lobster in a pot waiting to be served atop a bed of angel hair pasta. So we did what every other lobster feeling Romanian does in this situation and sought shelter, dinner and a bottle of outstanding Italian wine at a restaurant that overlooks this marvel of mankind.

I’m purposely omitting the restaurant because the food wasn’t all that great but the sun setting over the Colosseum had us spellbound.