With me driving a Mercedes I obviously had to go to the Mercedes Benz shop, but after seeing a leather training jacket of 450E and t-shirts costing 60E I decided to give it a pass. Though the building is huge, it doesn’t hold any shops that particularly interest me and it was obvious this was the pricier part of Milan, with Prada and Louis Vuitton stores in several streets.



I didn’t need no purse though, but went for a coke with chocolate pie, this only costing us 12E each. Quite the bargain compared to the Champs Elysees in Paris where I paid 8E for a coke last time I was there. We continued our journey and the weather picked up as well, and with the brother insisting on getting up early and having bought that book with walking routes I decided it was time for him to walk. After all, I had my A-team Nikes on so nothing would harm me but I pitied the fool (see what I did there? No? You suck) who wasn’t prepared for what was about to come. He quickly realized most of these routes were just passing by one shopping street after the next so he started to bitch yet again (What a woman) but I convinced him, or should I say I tried to convince him, we had plenty of time for everything, and we continued our walk. Fortunately for him we lost direction several times due to my perfect navigation when looking on the map that left out several streets, so he saw even more of Milan than he ever dreamed off. I had printed my own Google maps map with all of its balloons on it so I kind of knew where we were, keywords here being “kind off”. Eventually we did find our way to the balloons of which I will now highlight several, because you’re clearly not ready for the review of the Bon Jovi show.
One of them was San Vittore al Corpo, a church that didn’t look particularly interesting from the outside;




But was quite something from the inside. This is why you put balloons in Google maps and do research beforehand. There’s no way I’d have bothered to go inside would I not have known this;



I’ve seen plenty of churches and cathedrals and after a while you start to pick up on the little design differences here and there, or the attention to detail. Cathedrals and churches in Italy have a lot less grey in them and more color than those in the northern or western parts of Europe.

This was pretty much the only remarkable thing of Milan left. Yeah, there’s still plenty of fancy streets, but Milan is small and rather uninteresting. Oh yeah, I saw one of these, and was quite surprised I saw so few of them driving around. The last time I was in Italy I saw plenty of these, but I reckon the crisis has been the rich a bit harder than I thought.



After I had jizzed my pants over this beautiful piece of design we went back to the hotel to get changed, only to find out our bags had still not been delivered. But who cared, at this point we’d gotten used to each other’s odor and after a quick powernap (remember the getting up early thing? Completely useless) we went for a bite to eat where le brother found out the Italians often eat their meat a bit colder than usual. The waiter took his meat and came back with it all warmed up and he swallowed it with pride (see what I did there ho hum ho hum). We headed to the stadium, and whaddayaknow we still managed to accidentally walk into Thierry and his girlfriend. We bitched and complained a bit, especially his girlfriend, considering how she had zero excitement about the show, or like I said, was just as excited about the entire thing like I was.