The next morning, overcast and windy, we explored the usual shopping districts the city is known for. While Wife spent her time hopping from one shop to another, I lingered outside, watching people and taking photographs.
Milan wasn’t the Italy we had seen previously, in Rome, Florence or Pisa. The city’s character seemed closer to cities in Switzerland, Germany and France: streets were very clean, traffic was orderly, and we didn’t see the usual shady characters trying to sell you cheap stuff while their accomplices – sometimes beggars – were sneaking up to pinch your purse. I also spotted men and women with small, colorfully-dressed dogs, a spectacle common in France and Switzerland.