Milan, the city of Prada and the Duomo, Armani and Brera, where new and old brilliantly coexist in a curious mix. It's a city where industrious workers do business in town halls that are toped with Tiepolo-adorned ceilings. Verdi lived and breathed his last sighs in this city, and walked the cobblestone streets with manuscripts tucked under his arm daydreaming about spalla cotta and culatello. Here you find churches that miraculously survived intact the extensive WWII bombing, buildings much older than America herself. Wood-paneled restaurants where chefs prepare the same humble meals that a laborer sat down to 150 years ago (only this time with a 20 euro price tag). This is the city of classical music, where men still whistle arias from their favorite operas in the streets walking home from work, butchers play opera CDs in their macellerie, and overtures from Verdi's operas are played at soccer games.
Music is everywhere.
Above and below, La Botteguccia on via Felice Cavallotti, 14 has framed color prints of Teatro alla Scala in their front display. No price, of course. If you need to ask for the price, you can't afford it.
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Three images above, from la Verdi's Auditorium di Milano display cases.
Above, from Milan's very cool store Raw (cabinet de curiosités), on corso Magenta 96.
Above, these little wood & iron pieces from a sweet store on Via Solferino.
L'elfo Puccini, a little theater d'arte contemporanea on Corso Buenos Aires with Puccini as an elf...half yoda, actually.
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Maria Callas from Milano Libri on Via Verdi, across from La Scala. The upstairs loft has the most beautiful art & photography books.