A Photographer's Guide on the Eloping in Rome

Jan 2017, Rome Italy. This was the third time I went to Rome for a two day trip.

The Sunsets and Architecture were just a little sweeter this time around. I think it was because this was the first trip I went away without my parents, and also being engaged and traveling with my now husband. I look back at these photographs and feel a little unsure if I ever need to go back to Rome, because this is how I want to remember Rome.

The one thing you need to know before going to Rome is,

NEVER make reservations at restaurants or try to look places up. The best places to eat are the ones you stumble upon, the smaller, the more intimate, the better the food the better the experience. And most people in Rome speak English, just brush up on the basics and you’ll be fine. Politeness & Respect can go a long way in Italy.

Now eloping in Rome. The streets are bussssy, and dangerous, Italian drivers don’t really care too much about pedestrians so just be careful crossing the street.

Italians also really enjoy sleeping in so this is defiantly a city i would suggest doing sunrise/ morning sessions at.

The best time to go to Rome, January- May & September-December.

Summers in Rome are pretty rough and extremly over crowded. So to avoid all the crazy tourists. I was in Rome three times, July, August, and January. And even though it was pretty cold in January (but also was pretty rare being that cold) it was hands down the most fun I had in the city, and I absolutely had everything to do with the crowds.

Be careful for pickpockets!

One of the most bad ass moments of my Mother’s life, and one of the most embarrassing of mine, was my first time in Rome. We were walking down the Spanish steps, My sister and I were pre-teens and wanted nothing to do with our parents so we were walking ahead of our parents and my younger brother. As we got to the bottom of the steps, we saw my parents come around the corner as young children and older women surround my dad. My mother screams and is cursing them out in Italian ( my parents both speak fluent Italian), calling them witches, and shooing them off like birds. The pickpockets were very surprised, so they scattered and ran off. Nothing got stolen from us, but I have had other friends and family get stolen from. So be extremly careful.