IT TOOK ME 24 hours in Venice to crash my first party. On my way to the Palazzetto Pisani for a Mozart-themed ball, I’d gotten lost down a moonlit alleyway. I’d caught sight of a woman in an 18th-century dress and followed her straight into a palazzo. Five minutes later, the bouncers arrived.
As it happened, I’d confused the Palazzetto Pisani with the much larger Palazzo Pisani Moretta. Both were having 18-century balls on the same night and I’d gone to the wrong one.
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