Milan - the city of fashion. Like whoa did I stick out like a sore thumb. I took a stroll down the street of the fancy shops. My tourbook listed 15 different brands that had stores there - I had heard of three (Chanel, Fendi, and Versace.) I didn't go in to any...I had that scene in Pretty Women in my head where she goes into Rodeo Drive stores wearing hooker clothes and the shopkeepers refused to wait on her. Just substitute hooker clothes for traveling American t-shirts and sneakers, and I'm there. Only unfortunately I wouldn't be able to come back the next day in fancy clothes with lots of shopping bags and say "Remember me? You won't wait on me yesterday. Big mistake."
This woman has just parked her Vespa - what she's wearing is typical Milan.
This guy, though, rocked the best mullet I have seen yet...I think he was a tourist, though, judging by his camera.
This woman has just parked her Vespa - what she's wearing is typical Milan.
This guy, though, rocked the best mullet I have seen yet...I think he was a tourist, though, judging by his camera.
No comments:
Post a Comment