Milan: City of Conferences and of One Large Cathedral
My impressions of Milan, having spent a week or so there for a conference and stuff:
- Everything looks like it’s from the 70’s.
- Sidewalks are narrow and not flat; people walk on them slower than they need to anyway.
- They have a lot of Italian-brand cars.
- People seem to be dressed up a lot of the time.
- They actually speak Italian there.
- “Grazie” means thank you, “prego” you’re welcome and some forms of “please, and “ciento venti” means give me my room key (apparently). I learned three words of Italian and one of them was a number.
- Pizza is the only food they have.
- Well, pasta, I guess. Mostly pizza. I saw a döner place somewhere, but there were only Turks inside. Not the mechanical kind. Or maybe so — it’s hard to know.
Here are some pictures of places and things.
Good enough. Milan’s not a very scenic town and with the conference and the latent interview stress I didn’t have time to explore anywhere outside of the city. I kind of liked it, though. People were friendly and helpful, it felt safe, and it probably would have been interesting if I’d meant to be there for anything other than a conference (e.g., if I’d read *anything* about the place before going).
Better than Rome.
PS, Also: “prosciutto cotto” = ham (or some sort of very ham-like pork product).
Malls with roofs but no doors are common: in Japan, they are shotengai.
Ugh, you’re killing me. I LOVED Milan. I actually threw clothes away so I could have more room in my backpack for the incredible shoes and purses I bought there. The men and women are so gorgeous, and the best dressed of any city I’ve ever been in. Also, I had a pumpkin ravioli that changed my life. Did the women high-step trot so their stilettos didn’t get stuck in between the cobblestones? So adorable.
LOL — no, didn’t see that in particular. Agreed on the appearances and their abilities and willingness to dress up though. That was impressive.