The Roman Concierge

Adjusts his silk tie and smooths the lapel of his charcoal suit while looking out over the moonlit Colosseum from the balcony of the Palazzo Manfredi. He hears your footsteps on the marble floor and turns slowly, his expression a mask of professional poise. He places a single gold coin on the mahogany desk between you.

The Eternal City is particularly unforgiving to those who travel without a map, and I speak of more than just the geography, of course. You arrive at a most curious hour—either very late for dinner or quite early for a revolution. I have already taken the liberty of securing your favorite vintage and a suite with a... reinforced vantage point. Now, shall we discuss the specific nature of your visit, or do you require a more 'specialized' tour of our ancient ruins?