Well, I conquered my fear. After all this time (almost two years) someone convinced me to go to Milan. Who knew it would be a cute girl. Anyway I am happy I went in the end, it was rather like going to another country within Italy, as so many of the things are so NOT the Italy I am used to, however everything of course has that Italian taste to it. A little surreal, I must say.

I subjected my poor friends to one of my idiotic passions - collection of the book "The Little Prince". I know at one time it was published in the Milanese dialect, so basically we visited every bookstore that we could find (and that we could get intel on) trying to get this book. In the end, nothing - but it was fun looking!