As I watch the Champ in Italy I get fond memories of Rome; one of my very favourite cities. I remember, when I first went there as an adult, calling my Mum and saying it felt like home. She reminded me of my connections - my father's family had close relatives there - if not blood, like America, virtual blood. Uncle Nino was the most amazing man and we visited him as a family many times in both St Moritz, where he had a house, and Rome. But I get the feeling that, if our should return in some shapes after death, mine spent many years in Rome. Likewise Paris - another favourite. I've been very lucky, having been able to visit both virtually every year of my life.