There is a particular, breathtaking magic that happens in the heart of Venice exactly at the stroke of midnight. As the final clocks strike twelve across the city’s many historic stone bell towers, a profound, almost reverent stillness settles completely over the waters of the Grand Canal. The moving water suddenly becomes as smooth and reflective as a sheet of dark glass, disturbed only by the occasional, gentle lap of a small wave against the wooden gondola docks. In this quiet, sacred...

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