Sadly, the queues to get into the gothic Milanese Cathedral were just too long for us to go inside. Il Duomo stands in a large pedestrianised square that leads into the colonnaded Via Victor Emanuel, where all the familiar expensive shops are. The Excelsior, a large store off the Via Victor Emanuel, had a display of the most perfect produce I’ve ever seen.
Most of my friends had, like me, only passed through Milan, and from the railways station it seemed drab and industrialised. The reality now is a delightful elegant city.
We went to the enormous Symbolist Exhibition at the Palazzo Reale showing 19 sections of symbolist paintings as well as the quotations from Baudelaire’s Les Fleur du Mal that inspired them. Many of the paintings were unknown to me, though, before I looked closely, I thought that the paintings in the last room by Galileo Chini were by Gustav Klimt .
Though fascinating, it’s not an exhibition to visit if you’re feeling a bit down, with its mix of dreams, magic, mystery, legend and death .
Trams were everywhere, large advertisements along their sides. My hip is still a problem so crossing tramlines and uneven paving stones with large gaps between them was daunting