Rome, Italy

We spent a total of four hours in Rome waiting for connecting trains. Our first visit was one of tragic defeat. It was raining. An umbrella-seller ripped us off and it was entirely my fault, though I tried to blame Mum at the time. We half-jogged down the streets in a bid to spot the Colosseum and failed entirely.

Instead, we found random bits of impressive building and decided to take consolation photos.

Our next visit was more successful. We got down to the Colosseum in fifteen minutes flat, which was only slightly infuriating after our complete fail the week before. And then we took triumphant photos.

It was dark, and the Colosseum lights were spectacular, reflecting off the bellies of passing birds. So worth it.