28 May Milan: The Final Moments
Ah, Milan. The final city of our two week trip. Although it was only for a day, my friends and I still found things to do in its modern streets. The towering buildings and fashionable citizens reminded me of the blazing streets of New York City. The beauty of Milan is its modernized infrastructures and ever climbing industry. Everywhere I turned there were name brand stores and model-like people using the side walk as their personal runways.
The only touristy place was near Milan’s Duomo. The beautiful spires pierced the sky in their ivory brilliance. I was in awe leaving the subway. Much like my Rome experience with the Coliseum, I was instantly thrown into the grandeur, from dingy subways to the open square. It stood out like a castle. The building had carvings and intricate Gothic patterns on the walls and archways. I wish I could have afforded to go in, but I definitely took a closer look at the doors. They had carvings of what I believe to be Jesus’s life and death. The chronological story was tarnished green. Upon further inspection, it looked to have been made of copper. Jesus and Mary in one seen had shiny, brilliant legs. I wonder if it has the same back story as the pig in Florence?
We also made sure to check out Milan’s food mecca, Luini’s. This place was like heaven in a hot pocket. They sell these marvelous turnovers named panzerotti. They carried anything from deep fried to dessert. I personally recommend the prosciutto and mozzarella. The first bites are something I recommend you capture the moment by photo because the pure bliss is unable to be written down into words.
The rest of the day I wandered through Milan’s department stores and stowed away in the confines of Franelli’s book store. Seeing the pages in Italian made me ache for my books at home. The romantic sounds of the Italian language still resound in my heart, but the ability to know the words on the page was something I missed. Although, I did enjoy seeing some of my favorite children’s books in a different light.
To end this trip on a high note, I accompanied a cluster of girls to one last dinner. We spent the night enjoying the last of the Italian gourmet. I may have ate too many bread sticks… or carbs in general. But that’s okay. We had a rocking saxophone solo upon entry and a lovely walk through the warm evening. I took in the final sounds as my night came to a close. I hope I don’t forget how everything sounds, tastes, feels. I want to remember these memories as long as I live, but for now I hope the words I have written on here and in my moleskin will suffice.
Please ignore my terrible proportions while drawing the Italian couple. It’s hard to draw perfect people enough as it is. Also, can’t have a great post without highlighting the food.
