As they say in Italy, Italians were eating with a knife and fork when the French were still eating each other. The Medici family had to bring their Tuscan cooks up there so they could make something edible.
Mario Batali
Mario Batali
I've been converted...
(The insides of the Duomo)
I used to be a COMPLETE francophile. But in my latest travels and exposures...I started cheating... His/Her name is Italy. The one, the beautiful...
Don't get me wrong, Switzerland is WONDERFUL. It's such a culmination of cultures, and it's safe, clean, reliable. It's also... well beautiful. But it's always a good idea to have a lover, yes?
The food, the fashion (Dolce and Gabbana life size add in the Milano Centrale Grandi Stazioni...)
I visited Milan yesterday, and while there are pigeons EVERYWHERE, the people make up for it. The people are just beautiful... And I know, it's SO cliche, but it's true.
I just had to say... I'm falling head over heels for Italy. It's a fluffy little blog post, but it's also been a while... I can't wait to fall more in love with Italy when I see Venice in October... I'm counting down the days.
Lots of love,
G
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