Chapter 23 : Is This A Confession
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Venice, the epitome of Renaissance beauty, was a city built on water, a place where roads had never existed, and transportation had always been by boat.
At the moment, the weather was pleasant, with the sun casting a golden glow over the historic city.
A gentle breeze carried the scent of the sea, mingling with the aroma of freshly baked pastries from nearby cafés.
Above, the sky stretched like an endless canvas of pale blue, a serene backdrop to the elegant buildings that lined the canals.
The air was filled with the distant chatter of tourists, the hum of gondoliers guiding their boats, and the occasional cry of seagulls circling over St. Mark's Square.
The square itself was lively. Dozens of tourists stood near the ornate facades of centuries-old buildings, snapping pictures and admiring the architecture.
Pigeons scattered across the cobblestone ground as children chased after them, their laughter ringing through the air.
"Venice really is a city without land transport," Wanda commented, her blue eyes scanning the bustling surroundings.
She had seen pictures of the city before, but being here in person was different. There were no cars, no bicycles, not even scooters.
Just boats of all kinds—gondolas, water taxis, and vaporettos—floating along the canal, weaving between historic bridges.