More fun at the expense of my ancestors. No place short of Jack Nicholson’s house will you find more people wearing sunglasses at all hours of the day than in Rome. Sure, it’s frequently sunny and warm in Italy, but you know it’s bad when a man from Arizona who lives in Orange freaking County noticed that Romans are really, ridiculously into sporting the shades. In Rome you will find a sunglass store on almost every corner. It’s a toss up whether the pizzeria or the sunglass shop is the more ubiquitous establishment. You can’t get a bottle of Tylenol without a note from your mother or a pharmacist in the family, but dammit you can protect those peepers from harmful ultraviolet rays at midnight should you feel so inclined. Roman men are never without their D and G glasses, shielding the helpless, hopeless masses from their unbearable sexiness, and Roman women, with their sun ripened lips and hippy, confident struts, they walk the cobblestone boulevards behind their Gucci lenses with a style even Jackie-O would find enviable. Italians may live off cheese and smoke filter-less cigarettes with reckless abandon, but for sure, cataracts will not be a problem in this country.