The Keyhole of Rome -- the enchantment of "just enough"
It was no larger than my thumb nail.
But to look through the keyhole was looking through a portal into another world.
Trees lined the gravel pathway. Straight... proud...
Acting as blinders on a horse, they concealed everything from view except that which was directly ahead. At the end of the evergreen window, I could see a dome in the distance, towering above the rooftops of the sea of stucco buildings it sat among. The sun glinted off the spire, sending a blinding beam of light through the keyhole.
The view reminded me of Aladdin as he pulls back the ragged curtain to show Jasmine her Kingdom.
The Keyhole of Rome is hailed by many as being one of the top "things to do" when in Rome. Yet you will find no long lines awaiting you there. No ticket booths and no rude security guards. It is tucked away behind homes and gardens and parks with children playing. It is set within a large, wooden door set within a tall, white wall; invisible to the uninformed passerby.
How is it that such a small hole in a door in the back of a residential neighborhood in the middle of one of the most touristed cities on the planet can bring such a great sense of majesty that you're willing to forgo hours at an air-conditioned museum to search for it?
Because it only gives you a glimpse. Like a good story, it leaves you full yet wanting.
And anything more would disenchant you.