Darce & I visited upon this Venetian fever dream yesterday with no labels (Isabella’s rules), dim lighting, and a courtyard that feels like a Renaissance spa.
We wandered past Titian, Vermeer, Degas, & empty frames from the 1990 heist - still hanging, like the art might come back out of guilt.
Feels less like a museum, more like breaking into a rich woman’s house and staying for the Botticelli.
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