During my travels, I always keep an eye out for hidden divinity. Not the kind that loudly demands attention – but the quiet kind that lingers in corners, in stone, in myth, in places most people pass without a second glance. I search for the sacred that endures in disguise: a goddess carved into a weathered façade, a forgotten symbol tucked into a narrow alley. An ancient temple that was renamed – but never fully driven away. Rome is a perfect example of this. When I first tr
