For more than a century, this hole-in-the-wall near Termini Station has been serving what some say is the greatest porchetta sandwich.

This gallery commissioned by Cardinal Spada is known for its magnificent optical illusion.

Everything from fried brains to stewed lungs are on the menu at this nose-to-tail spot.

Fried artichokes and other Roman–Jewish classics are executed with care at this no-frills cafeteria.

For one of Rome’s finest renditions of cacio e pepe, head straight to this osteria.

Once the home of a renowned slaughterhouse, formerly working-class Testaccio is still the place to go for Roman offal dishes.

Hidden away in an alleyway, this diminutive chapel is said to be the smallest church in Rome

This immaculately preserved church from late antiquity was originally the mausoleum of the Emperor Constantine's daughter.

One of Rome's most picturesque and original bridges was also a popular choice for Grand Tour artists.

According to local folklore, this Roman sepulcher was once a throne for the Devil.

A special area of the National Archaeological Museum of Naples is located inside a metro station.

Dug as a secret royal escape route, the tunnel became a wartime bomb shelter and dumping ground for vintage cars.

These bronze horses on the gates of the Royal Palace of Naples were a gift from a Russian tsar.

An unusual "skull with ears" sits in the crypt of this small church tucked away at the end of a narrow alley.

This whimsical fountain depicts a winged siren shooting water out of her nipples into the fires of Mount Vesuvius.

Roman-style pizza al taglio arrives here with magnificent, crackly crust.

Chef Leonardo Vignoli subtly updates Roman classics in a storied space.

Crispy, cheesy rice balls—the Roman answer to arancini—take center stage here.

Since 1999, this gelateria founded by a string instrument maker has been turning out some of Rome’s best scoops.

Inventive Sicilian specialties are executed with flair at this restaurant overseen by chef Ciccio Sultano.

An oasis of beauty, tranquility and botanical research in the middle of Rome.

A station imagined at the speed of light, where familiar fixtures slip out of place.

"There's nothing there," and other lies the KGB told us.

This figure was carved in the likeness of a voyeur, so that every time he spied across the street, he would find only himself staring back.