You know that thing where you scroll past a dreamy Venice reel and think, “Ugh, I need this kind of chaos-laced romance in my life”? Yeah, me too. The winding canals. The soft splash of water echoing off ancient stone. The couples kissing like they're in a Zara perfume ad. It’s seductive. But also, expensive. And crowded. And, let’s be honest, smells vaguely like existential dread and fish.