Oh, to be an Italian garbage bin.
No one does litter like the Italians.
I saw this bursting garbage bin on a random sidewalk, on one of my early AM walks through Milano this Christmas. I had to smile. Because let´s face it, if you are a garbage bin carrying all kinds of disgusting trash in your embrace all your life, then I think being filled with empty San Pellegrino bottles, that might or might not have a red lipstic smudge on it from a passing Sophia Loren, would bring you garbage heaven dont you think?
Just a thought...
These pictures are just random shots from Milano on one bleak winter morning.
A beautiful haze of gray dimmed the city lights, and made my meander quite otherworldly.
Nothing, grand, nothing big, just a morning stroll amongst genuine, and not so genuine expressions of art.
Majestic, and engulfed in mystery.
No matter how many times I visit her, she never seizes to impress me.
She possesses an allure of mystique and beauty that always gives me the chills.
On these mornings, I always pay the many basilicas and churches a visit.
They are many. They are beautiful. And they are filled with incense, frescos', mosaics, paintings, ornaments, sculptures, and locals.
They are all worth a visit to indulge in art, contemplation, and pure amusing observation of the local milanese.
Beautiful details from a wall outside a basilica.
It´s hard to capture the bleak winter light of Milano that was perfect for my little morning stroll. Nevertheless, those strolls are what I love the most about traveling. No tour-guide, no maps, no stress, no agenda, just the city and you.
And the best part..... at the end of the stroll there is always a bar to indulge in a cappuccino or two.