Milan, Duomo

In Milan there is the Duomo, in all its forms. This, to say, is in Piazza Duomo, on the left if you look at it, the Duomo. Have I written Duomo too many times? Duomo!

I walked from the hotel to take this photo and back. In between I walked through Brera: for some reason I was convinced that the gypsy woman mentioned by Baustelle was water under the bridge. Instead I discovered that in Brera they still read hands like open books, stars like travel plans and futures like they were already written. It is likely that the saffron risotto also has something to tell.