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More than Romeo and Juliet’s balcony, Verona is a city of stone amphitheatres, candlelit wine bars, and streets that feel suspended between opera and fairytale. Prologue in Ink Verona doesn’t…

A city scored in minor keys: muezzin echoes fossilized in stone, Baroque trumpets gilding the air, and a chorus of market sellers calling your name. Prologue: The City That Refuses…

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