The typewriter

Romans rarely use the official name of the white mass rising over the busiest junction in Rome, and call it the typewriter, the wedding cake or the false teeth. It is so white that it seems to pull away from everything around it, because the architect chose botticino, a bright marble from the north that deliberately sets it apart from the warm travertine.

It's the national monument to Victor Emmanuel II, the first king of a united Italy, and it took a quarter of a century to build. That came at the price of a medieval neighbourhood: convents, churches, houses and part of the Capitoline slope all vanished beneath it, along with the tower of the palazzo next door.

At the bottom of the steps an eternal flame burns at the tomb of the unknown soldier. Shortly after the First World War, a mother from Trieste who had lost her own son chose one of eleven nameless coffins in the cathedral of Aquileia, and it travelled here by train through the country, past stations packed with people.

On the left stands the Palazzo Venezia, and in the middle of that facade hangs a small balcony where Mussolini stood: in the 1930s he proclaimed his empire from it, and in 1940 he declared war, to a square black with people.

We take Via del Plebiscito and then Via del Gesù right after it, and keep going until a narrow street on the right where something enormous stands on the corner.