My Days in Milan

An exercise in extreme privilege.

So my best friend Mary and I are fortunate enough to be in Italy for much of this month. We chose to come north, as neither of us had experienced it other than her visit to Venice as a travel agent a trillion moons ago. This is a tale of supreme privilege, no doubt about it.

It’s been a few days, but Milan didn’t capture me until yesterday.

Daily rainstorms haven’t helped, forcing an exercise in traversing jammed sidewalks with thousands of umbrella-bearing people. There’s something about rain that renders even…