Walking through the cobblestone streets at midnight with a scoop of pistacchio or stracciatella in hand is basically a constitutional right.
Gelato!
Aperitivo
Rome doesn't do "Happy Hour"—they do Aperitivo. Around 7:00 PM, the city shifts gear. You grab a Spritz or a Negroni, soak in the golden hour hitting the ruins, and realize that life is meant to be lived on a terrace, not in front of a screen.
