Four Seasons in Rome

Based on how much I enjoyed this experience, I will now be eagerly searching for other travelogue memoirs by authors, or poets. 
Not simply a writer that got to travel, or took a job in a new place, but an author who essentially made it his job to spend a year appreciating that new place, with a rich history, art and culture, and had the added curse/benefit of twin infant children, which perhaps increases one's capacity for wonder, or perhaps lack of sleep just adds a vaguely hallucinatory quality that boosts poetic exposition. ‘Lil existential crisis and ruminations on death thrown in. Chock full of immersive descriptions both idyllic and gritty. Lovely to lose myself in for a few hours.