Milano

We endured a banquet of a breakfast this morning before hot footing it on the subway to the centre of Milan. Dean's first step into the piazza and he's jumped on by a street seller, fortunately Sue came to the rescue with her use of the ancient Japanese martial art of shouting. The street sellers are a lot more aggressive here and you have to be firmer than a Pedo priest at scout camp. 

We head straight for the incredible Cathedral here, after a look inside we purchase our tickets and head for the roof, in a lift. When it's this hot I'm sure the lord can forgive us for not taking the stairs of righteousness and taking the elevator of sin. 

Whilst myself and Dean are wandering around on the roof, I reflect on how different we are. Dean is thinking over the immense task of the construction of this monumental statement to God. I on the other hand, am wondering what all the hundreds of statues that decorate this cathedral, talk about  when they come alive at night. 

After we return to Terra Firma we stumble upon a shopping mall. Now for those who live in Chatham, this is a work of art, not The Pentagon, which for those of you who don't live in Chatham, is the cesspit of Kent. Dean finds shops full of watch-porn while I find a record shop. Yes a shop that sells vinyl records, along with CD's. For those of you who can't remember, this was how we used to buy music, for those who are too young this was when music was worth buying. 

After Dean, Alli & Sue remove me from the shop by force we continue to sight see around central Milan. 

On the way back to the hotel the subway is considerably busier and smells like old feet wrapped in bacon. Or maybe it's the two guys with a Jedwood haircut?