I’m in Venice. I’m supposed to be in Barolo, but since I’m in Venice, I’m having some razor clams at a tiny osteria just off Piazza San Marco. I was walking home from dinner Tuesday evening. The next thing I knew, I woke up in the back of a car speeding across Italy on the autostrada.
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