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My first impression of Rome was the noise. Although honking is illegal (can you even imagine?!), this feels like a car city. Such a contrast to the stillness of Venice—I did feel a bit of whiplash. The New Yorker in me is somehow afraid to jaywalk all of a sudden because the driving energy feels extra chaotic.

An unsuspecting lagoon that became the richest city in the world for hundreds of years, the playground for Casanova, and home to the most important art event in the world, La Biennale—Venice is a jewel slowly crumbling back into the sea it sprang from.

Travel went smoothly from New York to Milan—all the planes, trains, and automobiles were on time and easy enough to figure out. I found myself at Erin & Mark’s in the late afternoon, oddly feeling like I was just in a new neighborhood in NYC.