Milan at Christmas, the snow and the breakfast at La Scala
Posted on 12/23/2009 by Cathe in Articles |
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It is now 17 years since I moved from Milan to Cremona, I lived my teenage years, I graduated and then secializzata in this beautiful city. Milan has seen me grow.
But in recent years I had not realized how much time had elapsed since then. The recent graduation party for a friend I had already thought that 20 years had flown since that day, always with great pleasure that I remember how all his time at university.
This morning before going to study, I decided to take the metro and go to the Duomo, the girl I was always, throughout the month of December, I purposely stopped in the square for a walk, see and breathe Christmas. Usually I did it at night, to be more fascinated by the play of light.
And so I took the subway, the usual crowd than once, but I was not clever in the crowd. I was amazed by the amount of people I saw talking aloud to your phone, listen to music, write text messages in a hurry. I saw an Indian boy on his mobile phone to watch a movie where a boy of about 9 months crawling in confidence in the company of two cobras on the carpet of his house probably!
It all seemed surreal, the film Blade Runner for instance. Exit at the Duomo stop I had to be careful not to be invested by the many trolley darting in various directions, cutting the road, certainly twenty years ago there were not even them!
Output in the open air I was expecting a sad spectacle with dirty snow and gray skies, pigeons infredoliti ... but I was struck, in front of the cathedral showed me in all its beauty, clean as I had never seen the sun was peek behind the Madonna and lit by sparkling snow that had settled here and there as a Christmas decoration made in the art.
I had tears in his eyes, the show was really nice and at that time the cathedral as a symbol of the quest for perfection and raising humanity to the divine meaning and purchased power not only in theory but also practice nalla.
I continued my journey by taking the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele ... many memories! The inevitable Japanese or Chinese (you never understand) that you photograph repeatedly in the middle of the gallery a huge branch of mistletoe hanging from the central dome, under which people were asked to kiss on the side of a screen that says Kiss and the number of kisses, well 17717!
I'm so come down to La Scala, she also cleaned like never before. I loved that place as a girl, I sling ascolatre gallery to see the opera and ballet as soon as possible, collecting the posters above the headboard of my bed. The posters were still the same! At that moment I said to myself: how long since I go up those stairs!
This is the moment had arrived for breakfast, a cappuccino coffee and a braid in the "Marquis" on the side of the scale, I do not often breakfast at the bar and I wanted it to be a lady breakfast. And so it was a perfect cappuccino with the inevitable heart drawn with cocoa, pastries from the pastry, chocolate and a glass of water to rinse your mouth.
I thought it was worth, the atmosphere in the bar was different from Cremona bar where people do not speak or speaks in a low voice, the people expressed themselves freely in the room with loud comments and totally different type of discount on Christmas " Christmas is over we must be good! "
Then the guy who served me had started to tell me that until the age of thirteen years, he was a real Christmas party and could not wait to get home after church and look for hidden gifts in her parental home. Exceeded thirteen, an envelope with money and the magic was over. "Interesting" I thought.
Christmas in fact exists only for children but only if we understood what we adults are still those, even as we grow and learn and fall and make mistakes and play just like children, maybe we would live very well.
On 23/12/2009 at 6:33 pm Valerie said:
Thanks Cathe ... I have tears in their eyes. I'll write you later in private. V.
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On 12/24/2009 at 9:07 am andrea said:
Hello Catherine,
good, granted to return children from adults is one of the things to be even greater meaning to life, just makes you happy.
A hug,
A
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