I’m really hesitant to let this cat out of the bag. This is my secret place, a secret garden, that is, a rooftop garden. It’s a place where you can get away from the din and tourist crowds of
Rome and feel as if
you are in your own private villa overlooking the rooftops of the . Eternal City
The pealing church bells, the dome of the Pantheon at arm's length, terra cotta tiled roofs, a setting ball of orange sun, a tinkling piano, your own personal barman and a cold effervescent prosecco … it’s the rooftop bar and restaurant atop the Grand Hotel de la Minerve … and its where every Roman evening begins and ends for me. Do me a favor, keep this one to yourself, ok?