I wasn’t out of breath as I pedaled, thanks to the electric motor that whirred softly, propelling me past the rose garden on the right and the Circus Maximus on the left. The cinnamon-colored stacks of the Palatine Hill glowed in the waning sunlight. It was May of 2020, and it was Rome’s first Saturday … Continued
This car has wings. And it’s in the river. And it’s not a car.