A. A light was on in a small local taverna, and I entered and said to the barkeeper, “Buona sera, Signore; io sono perduto.” “Ma no,” he helpfully replied, “Lei non è perduto; Lei è qua!”
B . One cold February night, attending a cultural conference near Piazza San Marco but staying with friends near the Frari, I was walking home late, alone.
C. I thought I had memorized the proper turns, but evidently I had gone astray.
D. I was coming from the opposite direction: north, south, right, left are all meaningless ideas in Venice, even in daylight, when it’s all but impossible to take one’s bearings by the sun, which is often hidden by roofs and towers.
E. He was right: I was there, and there turned out to be right around the corner (if “corner” is the correct word) from where I was supposed to be.

a. BADCE
b. BCAED
c. ABCDE
d. BDAEC
e. BCDAE