For someone whose dream it is to live far away from any big city, preferably somewhere with a lot of land and no neighbors, I sure did love being in Milan. To me, it was like all of the best parts of city living with none of the things that make me so crazy here. It’s well known to family and close friends that I’m not fond of living in a big city and hope to change that soon. Milan was special. I felt sad to leave it. True, partly because I was on vacation, but mostly because, for some weird reason, being there calmed my nerves.
On this day, Esther and I walked through Parco Indro Montanelli. I believe this was the day that we walked to Vintage in the Navigli District. The grass was so green, the sky so blue, and the day so perfect. I could totally see myself living in Milan, having my lunch in the park (weather permitting of course) and just sitting by the fountain and watching the people walk by.
I like how you have the statue of Indro Montanelli on his typewriter and the people sitting nearby are on their smartphones. The old and the new.
I like this shot, too. I wasn’t really going for street type shots on this trip so I liked how I got a shot of the statue without people in the frame.
Whenever I see reflections on water I always think of Bob Ross. I loved watching his show, both as a child and as an adult. “We’re going to draw us a happy little tree. And let’s give him a friend.” 😆
I just thought that this statue was so beautiful because it was half hidden by the trees and unless you were really just there in the moment, you’d never notice it there.
I love how you had statues and stones half hidden by trees and whatnot. It was like the whole park was a surprise just waiting to be discovered.
After spending a little more time in the park, Esther and I decided to head off to the Navigli district. I am kind of disappointed that we couldn’t have aperitivo at Manhattan, but I can’t complain because the buffet at Vintage was seriously delicious.
Scooters and bicycles seem to outnumber cars in Milan. I’d love to ride on a scooter one day but the worrier in me always thinks about how dangerous it might be. However, it would probably be more dangerous in NYC where neither cars nor bicycles/scooters have respect for each other.
I don’t really agree with this. I’m not religious, at all, but I think it’s disrespectful to use religious imagery or figures to try and be edgy in fashion, art, etc.
It’s funny about your perspective of things. I found most of the alleyways in Italy charming. Cobblestone streets, gated windows (isn’t that a fire hazard though?), bicycles. Alleys in NYC usually are dark and ominous, even in the daytime. Although, when we were walking around the Navigli district another time, we wandered into this one neighborhood that wasn’t quite as picturesque as what we were used to seeing on our trip. I was like Melissa McCarthy in Spy when she was taking the taxi to her hotel in France. “Getting into a little bit of a dicier area.” 😆
Drooling over the fabulous Milan fashion was a must. I want their shoes and those beautiful red pants. I’m still debating on whether or not to buy this dress that I saw when I was visiting Simona in Busto Arsizio. I’d get rid of the huge sash they have on it (which wasn’t on the display dress in the store window.)
It seemed like everywhere you turned there was a beautiful, green, park in Milan. I definitely intend to go back one day.