Being in Roma is like falling in love. All the carefully laid plans and duties just fall away in he presence of the beloved, and there is only this moment.
The Colosseum has never been so clean on the outside - recently scrubbed, it now looks like the white marble that it is. When I first saw it, 60 years ago, and in all the years since, I thought it was grey/black! Even the locals are surprised, many have never seen it so clean in their lives.
The number 116 electric bus has been suppressed, and the 117 has shorter hours, so that may go away, too, at some point. Taxi drivers complain about the former mayor outlawing taxis as well as private cars around the Colosseum, and forbidding all motorized vehicles on the weekends in that area. I told one driver that they should send the new mayor bouquets of flowers to start the taxi ban discussion. The driver shaved €.70 off the fare and would not take a tip, now that we were co-conspirators.
My hotel, knowing that I am gluten-intolerant, brings out special baskets of breakfast treats (for all gluten-free guests). A couple of times now, a gluten-free cheesecake, chocolate raspberry mousse, or chocolate layer cake have shown up on the breakfast table, from the owner's cousin's gluten-free bakery near Cinecitta, packaged so I can put them in my room fridge for later.
EDIT: I remember many years ago meeting the director of archeological sites for the Comune di Roma, and he put me with tours to places that the public can't enter. One day he saw me gazing at the Teatro di Marcello and he asked me if I loved Roma. I nodded yes, I couldn't even speak, and he smiled and made a sweeping gesture with his arm over the archeological zone, and said, "Ma Roma, se ama!" (Roma is to love).
I leave in three days. It will rain, it always does.