I can't decide if this is tacky or not. Where else in the world can an airport put "Emporio Armani" above one of it's hangars? For some reason, seeing this made me feel I was looking at a fake aircraft hangar in China.
We stayed near the Duomo cathedral which in hindsight was probably worth exploring, however we were too busy eating gelati. We had a mishap and our luggage missed our flight! We spent two hours waiting and claiming our lost baggage and didn't make it into the city until fairly late. As a result, most the shops were closing and we had very little choice but to buy designer underwear. Woe is me.
The Duomo cathedral.
Me doing a little happy dance in the gelati store.
Another food battle with Smee.
Starting off the next day inside the shopping arcade near the piazza. Something that surprises me about Europe is that shops are closed on Sundays in a lot of the major cities! Poo.
With few shopping options, I had no choice but to buy more gelati.
Choices, choices. Although this could easily be confused for a photo on Lygon St.
Smee in the queue with the all important gelati ticket.
Mmmmmm, cinnamon and yoghurt.
Watermelon and coconut.
Uh oh. Dropped some gelati.
The Duomo by day.
Wandering the empty shopping streets was no joy but it made us hungry. There were Spizzicos everywhere, which is the equivalent of an Italian Macdonalds but pizza instead of hamburgers. Meh, it was so-so. I won't ever crave it again.
Arancini balls are offered as an alternative to fries. Not bad, I say.
We wanted dinner at the "Raw Fish Cafe" but it was closed! Dammit. We decided that Armenian was a little on the unfamiliar side so rustic italian it was. Placing our order was a bit difficult because the first waiter didn't speak English and the second waiter was Romanian. He offered us a meat dish with 'lots of meat, different meat - pig, chicken, horse (?!?)'. We opted to not try the 'horse' dish. I am convinced that he meant 'cow'.
Spaghetti Vongole. A little oily.
A pizza. Like you haven't seen one before.
I was so full yet insisted on having more gelati. Here's me and my Baci and pistachio gelati.
Yum, yum, yum.
Smee felt a bit ripped off with his squished up gelati.
Our late baggage finally arrived on Monday 2am which was of little relief as we were leaving that same afternoon.
While waiting in the queue to check in, I decided to impersonate a gift, complete with a British Airways tag. Smee added the tag, just in case I got lost like our baggage.
Milan's major airport is 50km away from the city centre. As per usual, we were running late thus, I didn't get my last gelati kick :(. We needed something quick and Maccas was our only option.
It didn't end up being so fast as we had a trainee kid take our order. We didn't have time to sit down to eat our meal and instead took our food through immigration pretending it was our duty free shopping. I could feel people watching us down our fries in the immigration queue. We had no option but to eat it on the plane!! I was so embarrassed. Smee had the window seat and wolfed down his (surprisingly) tasty burger (it had pancetta in it) while I dilly-dallied until the flight attendants sat down and no one was in the aisle to see what I was doing.
The two Baos sitting pretty.
Me and my Bao. Very embarrassed. You know what? I still ate the aeroplane food too.
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