Yesterday I got high, cut a cloud by accident and landed in one of the two airports in Milan. I was hospitably greeted by rain as promised in the weather forecast. After an hour of traveling to the central station, the rain friendly showed me the city.
Immediately after getting off the bus, local services offered me to buy an umbrella or to go somewhere by taxi. Not paying any attention, Viktoras and I took a metro train, got to the Duomo station, and parted to do our separate businesses. Actually, I had no business, but a wished to know.
I got outside and appeared to be in front of a huge Gothic Duomo cathedral. A large screen on a restored building on the right just next to an abstract piece of sculpture, was fulling up the brains of the passers with advertisements of Italian brands (Gucci, Armani, D&G, etc.). I noticed a lot of young people with colorful umbrellas making noise on the left at a baroque-styled shopping center. “Tourists…” – I thought. A shed with some music radio station was located behind me.
I followed my nose without a map, purposes, nor pre-made opinions. “Surprise me, Milan!”
Architecture freshened me up after Berlin. Neo-classicism and modernism were fitted together in the old town. There were quite a lot of traffic circles with monuments standing in the middle. Bindweeded metal arcs, small houses on top of houses, and macdonald’s restaurants flashed here and there. Even block-based multiroom houses were esthetically nice. Rasa would like that.
Couples of dark people offered umbrellas at the exits of nearly every store or metro. There was a wide range of colors and sizes. The funniest thing was that a lot of trash bins were filled up with broken umbrellas. But there was no wind that day. So of what kind of quality were those umbrellas?
The umbrellas were put into special boxes at the entrances of each shop or cafe. Those boxes were standing outside in China town especially at small shops. While you were buying some food, the rain filled up your umbrella.
The main styles in the streets and cloth stores were classical and good-looking casual. Usually black people in suits were working as security guys. There were many fashion shops in the China town with names like “Rebeca’s Fashion”, “Gianni Fashion”, “Space Fashion”, etc. But all of them were selling similar magenta and violet cloths with blings blings. Viktorija would like that.
They say that all clubs are alike. There was Erasmus party in one of the best ones locally. The club reminded me “Matrix” in Berlin or former “Karolina” in Vilnius by music and interior. Dandy italians were hunting for hot slightly-dressed chicks and dancing by pop music with intense beat. Mantas would like that.
So what’s next? My cloths are finishing drying. The rain seems to be stopped. I’ll go to search for some pizzeria. I need to have breakfast.