R.I.P. Canova

the scene of many morning coffees, many an aperitivo, many a heart-to-heart, plenty of quick spremute followed by even swifter smokes. is no more.

following a simply barbaric makeover the likes of which have to be seen to be believed but should never be seen to continue believing. the likes of which would have fellini (who loved this place) turn in his grave and renege every single film he dedicated to rome. it's that awful. a true travesty of good taste, and common sense.