The month of May in Venice was an intoxicating sensory paradise. The harsh chill of winter had fully retreated, replaced by warm Adriatic breezes that swept through the canals, carrying the rich, sweet scent of night-blooming jasmine, white honeysuckle, and the delicate citrus blossoms from the private gardens of the Dorsoduro. At seven o'clock in the morning, while the morning mist still hovered like a silver veil over the Grand…
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