dove il bano?
everyone in italy has a distinct mobile phone ring that was at first annoying, but now is more of a curiosity than anything else. i was sitting on the steps of la piazza del duomo as they rang all around me. the duomo is a huge, lovely cathedral in the center of milan that is sort of the hub of urban life; pigeons are everywhere, but nobody seems to mind them, and some are in fact trying to stand still so that the birds land and perch on them. for a transplanted new yorker, where pigeons equal flying rats, this is grossness.
milan is much prettier than people said when i told them i was going; the standard comments of it's industrial, it's fashionista central, it's ugly, it's cold, etc., are only partially true. the streets are narrow and the cars are smaller. some important differences between men here and in nyc are noted below:
- polo shirt collars are turned up, which i snickered at initially, but not find kind of hot
- pants are worn at the waist, not hips, so that you can't tell if he's just hung like a horse or suffering from penis cleavage
- everyone is wearing lacoste shirts (or is it izod? with the alligator)
- guys are way way cute