And so, all good things – and some very wet and drab things – must come to an end.
As I alluded to in my opening postcard of this viaggio, I’m really not one for spending time on my own. So if that has shaped some of the postcards, in a negative way, then I guess it is part way understandable.
That isn’t to say I haven’t had a good time – far from it. Moments like being on the terraces with the Pro Vercelli fans, finding a great pub in Lambrate to hitting the Birrifico Italiano brewery for their pils festival were so good – they they have given me ideas for future visits – just with others included.
I like Milan. I’m not sure i’m cut out to be Milanese. Not centrale Milanese with the over priced coffee, shops and bars – but maybe the suburbs. They still have a relaxed mix I could definitely warm to.
I’m sure I will be back soon. The most direct link to Northern Italy is through Bergamo from Leeds Bradford Airport. I could do a night here next time we go to Turin, or possibly if we get round to doing the Lakes next year. I might even come back and set up a mini-cab firm in Lomazzo – seeing a €75, jewel encrusted bottle of water in Milan is nothing compared to the €80 cab fare I was quoted for a 10 minute journey on Saturday night.
Until then – Ciao Ciao *kisses both cheeks*