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The might of Milano

Last updated 9 November 2020

Don’t get me wrong, it’s an impressive structure… perhaps too impressive. It makes me feel like the power and might of the Catholic Church is towering above me, slowly pressing down on me, gradually crushing me. I’m not sure I like it.

Inside is beautiful and grand, just like you would expect. There’s stained glass and icons and candles burning at Mary’s altar. And, even though it’s only late April and still morning, there are way too many people and camera flashes for my liking. It feels like blasphemy.

Outside a tour group arrives, along with more tourists. We are stopped by numerous people trying to sell us things, including corn to feed the pigeons. It’s getting a little loud and the pigeons look rather pudgy. It’s time to head away.

The Galleria is lovely – high arched ceilings with sparkling light filtering through, carefully dressed people sipping coffee, only the occasional tourist (the rest are still congregating in the square), very expensive shops. My first thought is that this is the church of shopping, but I still enjoy looking at it.

I like Milan. We walk down streets, through parks and stare in shop windows. It’s old and big and seems confident in itself. The people we see live here and work here. And, as we wander just a little further, we soon find ourselves relying on our rather scant knowledge of Italian. Still, Matt manages to get a decent haircut and we have pizza and wine for lunch (eight euros for the haircut and six for lunch; prices seem to drop considerably a bit out of town).

During our walk we eventually and perhaps predictably manage to get lost. We haven’t gotten data working on our phones yet, so we look at the map our hotel gave us. We can’t find the street we’re on – it turns out we’ve walked off the map. We look at the street signs, get vaguely confused and eventually consult a compass (yes, Matt has a compass app on his phone) to figure out how to get back.

As we make our way back to the hotel, we notice that people have stopped looking at us and when people ask us to buy something or sign a petition, they ask us in Italian. That’s when we realize that because we’re rushed and slightly grumpy, we suddenly don’t look like tourists anymore. It’s a little sad… like in any big city, all you have to do is look tired and a little stressed to belong.

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