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... to, where Montreale is located.

In fact, the place where Klimt was moved by the mosaic decorations is not here, but the Basilica of San Vitale in the Ravenna region.

Of course, this place also inspired him, but based on historically recorded facts, I should be in Ravenna, not here.

However, that place is just a bit south of Milan, so I plan to visit it by slowly moving up from the bottom.

I started from Palermo at the tip of southern Italy, planning to go up to Mi ...

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