India, April 17 -- As the sun rose and the city of Venice stretched her limbs and woke up, much to my immense joy, the same went for her wine bars. "Venice, she gets me," I think to myself as I roll out of bed and float, still half asleep, through the dream-like streets of a fabled city artists through the ages have tried in vain to confine to a canvas. It's 9:15 am, and my local bacaro, a traditional Venetian wine tavern, has already opened its doors to a crowd of animated locals standing around the bar, chatting and drinking, thoughts of work long lost in a sumptuous sea of wine and Cicchetti. This is one of my favourite things to do in Venice, Italy, a centuries-old tradition that's basically a religious experience if your religion is ...