La Serenissima this weekend — cold sun, bright water, and a city that never stops revealing its layers. I came here first as a child with my grandfather, who taught me that Venice is for walkers. He told me the key is to let yourself get lost. I now like to think this was life advice. This weekend, I kept turning corners and finding fragments of earlier versions of myself. And somewhere in those quiet streets, I realized I’ve returned to myself.