A decade ago, I found myself in Venice, Italy, standing in St. Mark’s Square as the day drew to a close. The scene was picturesque, with the sky painted in shades of red and orange, resembling wine poured into glasses at the surrounding cafes. The air was alive with the sounds of a jazz band blending seamlessly with the cries of seagulls, and diners were savoring their Aperol Spritzes. The atmosphere truly embodied la dolce vita.
