Milan
Our Experience
As the sun kissed the cobbled streets of Milan, our mornings were graced with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the indulgent delight of hazelnut croissants. Seated outside a quaint café, we reveled in the simplicity and charm of this Italian town.
A visit to the majestic Duomo was a must, its grandeur providing a breathtaking backdrop for countless photographs, often punctuated by the graceful flight of pigeons through the square. We discovered an exquisite Aperol bar with a commanding view of the Duomo, though one paid a premium – 20 euros for an Aperol spritz. A short stroll away, down a winding alley, revealed a delightful secret – a similar experience could be had for a mere 8 euros.
Our pilgrimage to Milan wouldn’t be complete without paying homage to the masterpiece of Leonardo da Vinci – the Last Supper. Its ethereal presence left an indelible mark, a testament to human ingenuity and artistry.
Being the largest of the Mediterranean island’s we were never going to be able to see everything in the week, however, we explored the North West side of the island, taking a boat around the coast from Castellammane del Golfo which took us to the quaint and historical fishing village of Scopello. On the way back stopping at several beaches and in the middle of the ocean where they encouraged us to swim. No one else went in as it was quite cold but I decided I had to – the Italian woman tanning herself on the boat called me brave, although I’m sure I also heard something like pazza – which is crazy!
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As we travelled in May it was reasonably quiet and each day become warmer and busier. Restaurants and bars along the beach opened each day, many for the first time since the pandemic, but it still felt local and not over touristy at all. One last beach visit, then pizza and beer at one of these newly opened restaurant on the beach before our flight back to London.
We shopped, ate, drank and walked our way around nearby towns of Alcomo and Castellammane del Golfo. Found our favourite bars with friendly local owners, unfortunately we can’t speak much Italian and their English was very limited so it was difficult to communicate. It had been that long since I’d travelled overseas that I had even missed the inevitable language barriers.