Roads are inevitably transformed by the passage of the Mille Miglia, and after travelling about 1800 kilometres, on the way home, the first sensation is one of having lost the way. It doesn't matter which navigator you use: without the hundreds of red signs marking the route, no road looks right. And it is surprising to see that roundabouts are no longer thronged with eager photographers, and without the cheering crowds, accelerating seems to have lost its appeal. A generous warmth, from Brescia to Rome and back, in every square and outside every door, groups of people flocking to watch the race, year after year. Eyes trained on the "travelling museum", countless camera flashes and praise for the Alfa Romeo cars in the official fleet, supporting the event.