If there’s anywhere I regret going on this trip, it’s probably Milan. The only thing I really got out of this trip was a Facebook profile picture (seriously). Il Duomo was pretty enough, sure, but as we were only in the city for one day, which happened to be a Sunday, Milan was closed.
I had offered my Dad Cinelli merchandise, which I was unfortunately unable to get (yes, I know, I can order it online, but he’s the kind of man who’ll appreciate it more coming from somewhere significant, like the birth place of the brand), we never actually went into Il Duomo as the crowds were so massive we had little chance of getting close, and seeing as I’d managed to develop Osgood-Schlatter’s Disease (or something similar) during our stay in Venice, walking was not especially comfortable.
I had hoped to make it out to a particular suburb on the outskirts of Milan, the name of which I cannot at present find or remember (typical…) which is where my Grandfather’s Grandfather came from, just to have a look at some family history, however we simply didn’t get around to it, what with my decreased walking speed (still not entirely better a month or so on) and not being entirely certain how to get there…
All around a bit of a flop. I can really only recommend Milan to people who are only going there for fashion and shopping, which really you can just do in Paris, a much prettier and far more interesting city.
To top it all off, when we tried to book seats on a train to Zürich, we ended up having to book a new hotel room instead as every train that day was completely full except first class, which neither of us could afford. Brilliant.
Anyone else felt pure disappointment about a travel destination before?
More to come, next up: Switzerland