A walk around the Piazza del Duomo. pink-hued buildings, Campari and cicchetti in what was to become our `local` bar, and swooning at the gigantic Christmas tree. The Duomo is the most magical Cathedral I have ever seen; marble and arches and spires and gargoyles; a gothic masterpiece that took almost six centuries to complete.
Friday night .The fabulous Trattoria Arlati; a 20 minute taxi ride. Opened in 1936 ,and still owned and run by the same family, serving local Milanese food and Lombardy wines and Prosecco to large tables of well-heeled Italians. A great find, oh and live music too.Loved it. A late, late night.
Saturday morning food market in the Piazza. Bought the biggest green olives in the world, a wooden Pinocchio for the Christmas Tree and Panettone. Stalls piles high with cheese, marzipan fruit, chillies, panini galore and plenty of pig, and a disgruntled looking boar!
The fabulous Fondazione Prada. A gold leafed building, bling at its Italian best.Wacky, wonderful,odd, strange and fabulous art in the most stunning setting. Attention to detail was incredible, and even the staff wore Prada. Cool Café too. A must-visit.
Dinner at the famed Rebelot del Pont, a stylish ,small tasting plates bistro in buzzy Navigli by the canal.
Stylish window dressing in Milan stores…blue, blue skies, Christmas decorations, beautiful architecture and trams….
Sunday morning in the Piazza del Duomo, the annual parade after Mass to celebrate the fallen of the Alpini regiment.
Art galore at Palazzo Reale and Museo de Novecento ( Monet and Fontana)
Lunch outside..a trio of pastas and Tirimisu
So to bella Milano, a surprise Christmas present for my husband and son, that nearly didn’t happen due to the traffic coming to a standstill for one whole nail biting hour this side of Newmarket. As one who travels frequently I knew to give ourselves that extra hour as well. Thank goodness, and we arrived at Gatwick with time to spare. A quick flight despite the short delay due to the inevitable `nebbia` (that`s fog).It`s a Milan thing.
Milan was busy festive, cold ,but withthe bluest of skies and bright sunshine. Perfect for lots of walking….With only a long weekend to explore,I had planned it all very carefully..chilling out time, sitting in cafes time, a couple of galleries(wow), and two special places to eat. The Italians talk more than me (ha ha), wear black, Moncler down jackets, fur coats, designer handbags, a surprising amount of `70s flared Max Mara trousers, and the handsome older men sport cashmere scarves and full length Loden coats.
I loved it all. And the photographs above say it all….