The consuls outranked all other magistrates and officials except the plebeian tribunes. They held imperium alternately each month when they were in Rome.
Rome had been a little different. It seemed to be the nexus of contradictory traits, the juxtaposition of legends and reality, brave men and cowards, demigods and fiends. Romulus, himself, seems to be a specimen of this peculiar union.
Augustus left a city of marble that was once a city of bricks; Lord Byron called it the city of his soul; Giotto di Bondone called it the city of echoes, illusions and yearning. Anotole Broyard though it was a poem pressed into service as a city.