And now I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs, and it poured sweet and clear…..”
Frank Sinatra
We shared a last farewell drink in Rome under black autumn skies. Our Frascati Superiore, sweet and crisp, lingered with us throughout the night. Golden light on cobblestones, sky-scraping monuments, conversations spiced with laughter, all memories we will cherish. Before our last sip, we toasted our wish to return. Someday. We will……. Forever Rome.
