NOT Lysol. OMFG someone has just saturated all the air with “linen fresh” Lysol. Make. The. Lysol. Go. Away. Burn sewage, or something. Gack.
…which is reminding me…
The first time I went to Venice we disembarked in an average piss-soaked train station, and stepped outside to not only pure/fresh/spiced/starry air/golden warm air… but onto the Grand Canal. And I finally understood the deep breath & smile prevalent in sooooooo many references to the sinking city. “Ahhhhh! Venice!” Because one arrives out of a horrid swamp, a piss soaked train station, or horrid airplane air… to? The golden city, fresh breeze, and everything to delight the eyes & senses. Ah. Venice. I LOVE that smell. Like walking into a spice merchants, in the suk, or a greenhouse all vibrantly green and o2 rich, or, or, or. The 180 degrees of difference, is just, amazing. <grin> like the rests are what create music, instead of noise.