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The quay at Santa Margherita Ligure is a beautiful place, and on this particular morning it seemed just a little more beautiful than usual. In addition to the warmth of the Italian sunlight on my back, the verdancy of the hills all around me, and the freshness of the morning air coming in off the Golfo di Genova, there was a profusion of motoryachts on hand, each lined up with her stern towards