Travelling through an industrial hinterland it’s becoming light. Now suburbs, terracotta paint, washing on balconies and satellite dishes. Emerging in the twilight are the stencil like arches of fascist
architecture. Mussolini’s cube colosseum, the Palazzo della Civita Italiano. We pass the Travestere station. There is a church I want to see in the devil’s district of Travestere (Santa Maria della Scala). We arrive at Stazione Termini. It’s 7am.