i’ve left the land of pervasively smelly cheeses, incredibly safe metro trains, and free bottles of water when you sit down at a restaurant and entered the world of oily tomatoes with basil, croissants filled with pistachio cream, and the most brilliantly dressed men i’ve ever borne witness to. see you again soon, france and hello milano. you’ve treated me pretty swell.
my favorite things about milan: the tram, the tiled streets, the deep color yellow mixed with iron window sculptures and purple, navy, or maroon panes, tailored trouser pants, the 90 centime brioche+cappuccino breakfast combination, aperitivo time (!!!), the fact that people clean up after their dogs (i’m looking at you, france), double flavor gelato cones (and the fact that you can get nutella/hot chocolate inside of said cones), free contemporary art museums, bustling cadorna, slices of sosoft ricotta cheese with olive oil, cracked pepper and sea salt, learning from italian to south american to back to italian friends, the nooks and secrets of parco sempione, the vines that drape out of the fourth story apartment buildings, hazelnut inside everything, and the little side streets brimming with clay-potted plants.
tomorrow, i’m taking the train to paris and will be flying (but not really flying, because the train will be attached to the tracks) at the potential of 320 km/h. eep. i’ve got a wonderful list of places to see, sweets to try, and experiences to be had. i’m coming with an open heart and a mind hungry for some history & art education fueled by espressos and macaroons. à demain, paris, et un grand salut à tout le monde!