I was never a big fan of outdoor cafes before I went to Italy. (I was never a big fan of Nutella either. 😆 ) Not I can’t get enough of either. Somehow, experiencing these things in Italy made them special. I like how this cafe is almost kind of hidden away in the alley, like how NYC has those “secret” clubs where you need to know exactly where you’re going to find them.
Busto Arsizio was an interesting city. It was like all the best parts of a big city and a, I don’t think suburban is quite the word I want to use but we’ll go with that for now since I can’t think of a better way to describe what I mean. You had charming alleyways, hidden cafes, fashionable stores, art walls, etc. I thought this little pond area was very pretty. It kind of reminded me of things I see when I visit my brother and his family in Holland, MI.
At first I thought these men were recycling but as we got closer I saw that they were refilling bottles that they had with them. Whenever I see people with a bunch of bottles standing in front of machines over here it’s because they are recycling the bottles to get the deposit back.
This is the tourist in me coming out in a major way. Even though it’s just a post office, it’s a post office in Italy. It’s different, people! 😆 😆
I had to get a picture of the Italian flag and of the police station. It’s like when I was in Germany and was determined to get a short video clip of a police car or ambulance. At this point in my life, I make zero attempts at not being a total dork.
There were lots of interesting public art pieces all around Busto Arsizio. Simona loves to take pictures as much as I do so she didn’t roll her eyes, laugh, or look bored when I stopped to take pictures of random things.
This is cool. I wonder how they got it to stay that way and not tip over. Is it anchored partly into the ground?
I’m still trying to figure out if this was an actual warning or if it was art. The more I stare at it the more I think it is an art piece.
When I saw this long corridor with a huge picture of Gary Coleman, I knew that Simona and I had to take a look at what else they had. I was a huge Different Strokes fan when I was a kid. I’m pretty sure that I still know all the words to the theme song.
Esther and I saw something like this when we went to Venice for the day.
I saw so many things while I was in Busto Arsizio. I think my favorite thing was the art walls. Simona told me that they were done by students at a nearby art school. We were trying to take a selfie in front of this wall but our arms were only so long. I do have quite a few shots of us doing some fancy contorting, trying to fit in the frame while not blocking out the wall. The key word there is trying. 😆
When we were walking through a park, we saw a bunch of men watching something. As we got closer we saw that they were watching a game. Simona explained to me that the men were playing bocce ball. I didn’t take a picture of the game because I didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable and because I wasn’t sure about the laws concerning street photography in Italy.