Today, we took a trip by train to Milan. Why? Because driving to and in that city is a disaster,and parking is worse. The train ride was pleasant, easy, and quick. We need one hour and twenty minutes from the northern end of Lake Como to Milan Central Station, which might have the most-beautiful train station facade in the world.
Summer sales raged in Milan, which is not a bad city in which to face such a rage. Prices of the best fashion and footwear are slashed radically, to make space for the next collection. Who in their right mind would want to wear last season's rags? We succumbed to the lure of a bargain.
Then, we had a great lunch at what I believe is Milan's best trattoria, Baguta. Because we showed up early and at lunch, we were lucky enough to be given a table. This famous restaurant is hidden is a tiny street in the fashion district and does not look like the kind of place that is usually booked solid. But, the food is great and the ambience unique.
One can easily be confused by architecture, especially when tourist flock to every form of holy spot. Worshippers of human deities, ie. brands and their creators, as well as followers of an imaginary old man with white beard have their own monuments in Milan.
At the following structure, people marvel at the creativity and workmanship of humans. A few even leave a contribution in the alms box.
But, the big money comes from something less holy: advertising.
Most people leave their money across the way at similar architectural gems, where the rent for retail space means high priced goods must be sold and names like Gucci and Prada hold people in thrall..
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.