10/21 Monday
Travel to Milan is easy. The train terminal in Milan is one of the wonders of Europe,
or maybe anywhere. It’s Grand Central, only Grander. Parts were modeled after
Union Station in D.C. It’s gigantic, with impossibly high barrel ceilings in a
massive portico. The style isn’t uniformly anything in particular, except
impressive.
We make a couple of connections,
including onto a local bus going the wrong way for a while, and arrive at our
new neighborhood in Milan.
Our host, Sabrina, meets us shortly, and takes us up the five stories no
elevator to our apartment. It’s very clean, ten foot ceilings, with a sort of
antique-minimalist décor. Very nice. The predominant feature is a poster size
photo, a black and white Scavullo-style shot, of a younger Sabrina in a
dancer’s top, with her hair perfectly and weightlessly blowing around her face,
which is staring at you with an enigmatic expression. Adjectives come to mind:
haughty, stern, direct, regal. Scary.
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