Venice is unlike any city on earth, and I suspect it won’t stay this accessible for long. Narrow, winding alleys twist between damp, centuries-old buildings, and the air carries the tang of the lagoon. It’s a city that feels both haunted and alive—somewhere Lestat himself might choose to roam.

Yet when the sun breaks through the clouds, Venice transforms into pure magic. Light dances on the canals, reflections shimmer against faded façades, and every bridge and piazza feels like a secret waiting to be discovered. It’s a city of contrasts—mysterious, romantic, and utterly unforgettable.