Ko človek sliši besedo Milano, skoraj praviloma pomisli na modo, expo, industrijo in nogomet. Pa vendar je mesto toliko več od tega. Pravzaprav je čudovit vikend pobeg v preteklost. V svet Verdija. Tja, kjer je nastal vsem znani kolač Panattone. V svet, nenazadnje, Da Vinchijeve šifre.
Tudi če zmanjka časa za pohajkovanja po mestu in bi se izognil vrvežu in prometu mesta, je vonja starega centram, trga pred katedralo, prav tako prečaroben. S kavo in sladico v lastnih mislih lahko opazuješ mimoidoče.
“Because we would not wear any clothes because it was so hot and the windows open and the swallows flying over the roofs of the houses and when it was dark afterward and you went to the window very small bats hunting over the houses and close down over the trees and we would drink capri and the door locked and it hot and only a sheet and the whole night and we would both love each other all night in the hot night in Milan. That was how it ought to be.”
Ernest Hemingway
“Retire me to my Milan, where every third thought shall be my grave.”
William Shakespeare
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