I have precious little good to say about Milano, or rather about my time there. Two moments attached themselves to the below pictures and that was about all.
click here for a bar and a church, and the good times will roll
Sitting beside the grand canal with a bottle of wine and you. I’m sipping it like water, watching the reflection of the Venezia night go by or stand still. My pen goes wilder and wilder, and it becomes easier to write and the words feel nicer as they land on the paper.
click here for the rest of my wine drenched tale, also some pictures