I always feel a certain trepidation when I walk into the Hotel Fortyseven and head straight for the elevator. Once up at the top, I’m in a lushly landscaped penthouse, and the first moment I walk out on the roof garden, I always gasp. I’ve been a Roman all my life, but I never imagined how perfect the breathtaking view over Piazza Petroselli could be from up here, nor how gorgeous the round Temple of Hercules could be, seen from above.
My eyes scope past the tree-lined Aventine, all the way to Capitoline Hill, by way of the Romanesque church of Santa Maria in Cosmedin, home of Roman Holiday classic “Mouth of Truth”; and the sensually curved banks of the river Tiber. It’s all there, along with classic terracotta tiled rooftops, and exquisite geranium-dotted balconies.
With ancient Rome at your feet and the kitchen’s contemporary Mediterranean cuisine in your plate, your fluttering heart will agree in electing this as one of Roma’s most romantic spots. Enjoy the sunset glinting off your frosted glass of chilled Vermentino, in anticipation of the seafood extravaganza you’re about to savour. I come for the saffron Cappellaci pasta stuffed with turbot fish and potatoes, served on pureed zucchini; and the sauteed scallops with cherry tomatoes and asparagus on a bed of pearl barley, shellfish and dried vegetable cous cous.
As swallows draw huge swooping circles in the sky, and the westerly ponentino breeze blows your worries away, go ahead and drop your shoulders, take in the beauty, and prepare to say yes.