One, Milano was “covered” in snow. And like so many Milanese, I had never seen it dressed in white, and it felt so much colder than the winter dressed Norway I left behind. Two, I witnessed an Italian throw away delicious and of so beautifully packaged gourmet food…
The latter may or may not have had something to do with the fact that I tried to “smuggle” perfectly beautiful drop shaped capers, and oh-so-delicious fig jam packaged in gorgeous jars in my winter coat pockets through security at the airport….
But like a middle aged Italian gentleman behind me in line said; You have to try, I mean look at the great food you selected, you simply have to try;)
Yes, thank you!
It think it’s perfectly acceptable to try to smuggle such delights through security in my camel colored winter coat:)
Having said all that, the security guard had a hard time throwing it away, and kept looking back at the three well dressed italian police officers that watched him carefully.
So, with a heavy heart I gathered my things and drowned my food related tears in an airport focaccia and a cappuccino.
But before I dried my food related tears, I spent lovely days perusing the cold winter streets of Milano, and today I though it was about time we took a little weekend stroll together after having seen the Duomo here, and Galleria Vittorio Emanule here.
Milano has a perfect afternoon wander size.
It’s not so big you feel like you never know where you are, yet it’s big enough that you can spend Sunday after Sunday enjoying afternoon wanders exploring new areas each week.
Tucked away inside this castle is an outdoor dim-lit room that is home to an overgrown fountain. The walls surrounding it is covered in ivy, and this is my little private place in this bustling city where I could be all to myself as no one hardly ever goes there.
I’ve only shared this secret place with one other person so I still call it “my” place.
It was unfortunately locked when I visited last, so Castello Sforzesco itself will have to do;)