Duomo di milano.
the piazza was closed for the coming art installation – said the flyers. But the church was open so we got in for a peep. Beautiful.
Milan fashion week.
Once again, accidentally, ndro, mel and I were drown in concoction of fashionista, journalists and tourists in front of Liu.Jo outlet. Thanks to my minimum kepo-ism and my size, I didn’t get to see what the crowd was so excited about. It was kate moss. Sliding out of a mercedes. “Una modella inglesa” I overheard someone explained to someone else behind me. Nice.
Gelato. E pizza. E pasta.
My travel companions started to despise pizza and pasta. But I, I haven’t even started. Me want more pasta. Me want pizza. Me want formaggio. munch, twirl, slurp.
dinadays 