As Rome’s sun began its descent, bathing the well-heeled and chic gathered atop Luca’s rooftop bar.
The scent of limoncello and the soft strum of a guitar and the distant murmur of Rome’s bustling streets, enveloped the terrace.
Luca, the bar’s proprietor, stood with an espresso in hand, glancing upwards as the first starlings took to the dusky sky.
Their impending dance heralded more than just nature’s spectacle – it promised an evening of stories, song, and flowing Prosecco.