Milan is nice. Many really old buildings, lovely architecture, contrasted with the new buildings sprouting out all around. It’s full of colour, and while walking down the many alleys I always have this feeling of turning back to soak in the view and atmosphere of the streets. The Duomo di Milano is breathtaking, the Gallerio Vittorio Emanuele looks more like a museum than a shopping street.
::Duomo di Milano::
The streets are mostly named after people in the city’s history, adding to its flavour. Some are also after famous people and the sights. There is little or no evidence of town planning. Roads bend one way then the other, seemingly trying to avoid pre-existing buildings. A huge road can suddenly become a small one. The signs are not clear either.
When one asks for directions, they get Italian answers. I tried doing that numerous times, and on all but one occassion the reply was in fluent Italian. And some of them would even ask me questions, to which I’d just shake my head and say “non, non”. This explains why I got lost 4 times in the 2 hours that I was there.
Which explains why I took more than an hour finding my way back to the main train station, where I was supposed to take an €8 bus to Bergamo Airport to fly to Bratislava. I missed the bus by 5 minutes despite cutting short my planned route because I kept getting lost. I could not communicate to anyone that I was in urgent need of quick transport or I’d miss my plane. I ran to the taxi stand and pointed to my flight itinerary print out which showed the time of my flight. I got into the taxi and all i could remember were my italian music terms from long ago. I just said things like “allegro. piu allegro.” The meter in the taxi ticked at fast as my heart was beating (on hindsight, about the same speed as you’d play an allegro piece).
I made it 5 minutes before check-in closed, but my whole trip was spoiled at the sight of the €100 receipt. The cost of my whole trip just doubled.
::Remnants of the Earliest Walls in the City::