Your night, stop by stop
Pasta class in Prati
We're learning to make cacio e pepe and tonnarelli with our hands, flour up to the elbows, in a small kitchen near the Vatican walls.
Down to the river
We walk off the carbs along the Tiber, crossing Ponte Sant'Angelo as the light shifts and the city goes amber.
Nightcap at Sant'Eustachio
We end on a small glass of something at a quiet enoteca tucked behind the Pantheon, the kind with stools and no menu in English.