Here, with the help of some carefully selected images crucial to your appreciation of Milan, is a potted version of my holiday in the city of style.
1)-Shortly after I arrived, we drove through a blissfully warm March evening in search of some dinner, and I decided there and then to move to Italy. This hasn't happened yet, but I can't guarantee it never will. My eyes need more of this blue sky from the passenger side.
2)-Having parked and got some food, we wandered about the balmy streets, and I fell in love.
With someone only a few feet high, shiny, and red. We look so good together, but it was only a holiday romance.
3)-The next day, I found that Prada's European flagship Momma store on Galleria Vittorio, is somewhat intimidating as a fashion Mecca if you show up wearing a jumpsuit, leggings, no makeup, and carrying a rucksack. And to make matters worse, nothing screams "overly impressed tourist" like someone taking a picture of the shop they're afraid to go into...
(Slightly unnerving fashion statement if you ask me)
4)- Well I can't talk my way out of this one. I 'papped' these Italian guys in a moment of cheeky madness, quite simply because I liked their tanned arms and their cool style. The ultimate in street style photography-quite literally behind the subject's back. If I could speak Italian I would have asked their permission for a proper picture, but I chickened out. Anyway, I love the turn up jeans and sleeveless vest look, on either gender.
5)- There is a modest bookshop in central Milan, and whilst it does not immediately appear to be anything special, it stocks about three million fashion books. Not only that, it stocks what seems to be the entire world's production of fashion magazines. I didn't have enough suitcase space, weight allowance, or Euros, to buy nearly as much as I wanted. So there's going to have to be a repeat trip. Just warning anyone who has to date me, love me, be friends with me in the future. This shop is going to be a problem. I might go and live there.
6) And finally- despite not really having time to see much of the really cute towns and villages nestling on the hills around the Lake, I discovered from a short evening boat ride that the sun setting on Como is definitely as pretty as I imagined.
Milan, it was a pleasure.
