Sitting on the Bulgari Hotel Roma’s roof terrace, glass of fizz in hand and eyes closed, it’s almost possible to imagine that you’re lounging in quiet solitude by the waters of Como.
So serene is this spot, shaded by a verdant assembly of Mediterranean foliage – pink teucrium and fragrant thyme, vibrant bottlebrush and olive trees - that the parping mopeds and thronging crowds of Italy’s capital could be several hundred miles away, rather than just seven floors down.
