The bells of St. Mark’s Campanile tolled eleven deep, echoing strokes across the misty expanse of the Venetian lagoon. Midnight in Venice on the final night of Carnevale was an intoxicating, chaotic tapestry of illusion, music, and velvet masks. Fireworks burst in showers of emerald, gold, and crimson sparks above the Bacino di San Marco, illuminating the dark waters of the Grand Canal where hundreds of historic gondolas and carved…
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