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