We were up bright and early the next morning. After another delicious breakfast, it was time to head out to the train station. Not wanting to brave another round of seasickness (it ruined half my day), we opted to pay the ridiculous 80 euro for a water taxi to get to the train station. We were surprised to find the half an hour trip only took about 15 minutes by water taxi. So the money I spent on our vaporetto pass was a complete waste. We only took the waterbus once to get to the hotel and the rest of Venice was so walkable that we walked everywhere.
We got on our train to Milan without any problems. The train ride was comfortable but rather boring. The scenery was quite unattractive, especially as we were entering into Milan city. When we got to the station, we decided to brave the metro to get to our hotel as the metro stop was a minute walk from the hotel. But before we could get on the metro, we had to purchase our travel passes and this is the first time throughout the entire trip where we got ripped off by gypsies. Conscious of our luggage, I decided to stay and watch our bags while Brandon went to purchase the passes at the automatic machines. There were a few girls wandering around the machines appearing to help tourists buy their tickets. We thought it was odd that they weren’t in uniform of some sort but thought nothing of it. One of them came up to Brandon as he was purchasing his ticket and proceeded to help him put the coins into the machine. Suspiciously he came up short of the required amount. I was dead certain that I had given him exact change. Puzzled, he walked back to me and told me he was short, which was when we both realized the gypsy girl had pocketed 50 cents while she was pretending to help him. Disgusted, he decided to join the queue at the proper booth to purchase the passes. We were quite annoyed with ourselves as we had been rather proud that we have been without incident throughout our trip thus far.
We found our metro line without much problems and got to our hotel without further incident. For our stay in Milan, we had decided to splurge a little and stay at the Hotel Spadari, which is within a 5 minute walk to the Duomo and Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II. I had made our reservations online and indicated that we would prefer a quiet room since we were on our honeymoon. To our delight, there was champagne and strawberries waiting for us when we got to our room. It was a lovely touch, I thought. Since it was rather late for lunch, we decided to crack open the champagne. We sat at the balcony, leisurely enjoying our champagne while soaking in a little bit of Milan. Then it was a quick nap before heading out for some sightseeing.
It was early evening when we headed out. We walked to the Piazza del Duomo. The Duomo was beautiful and majestic against the sombre, gray sky (it had started to drizzle). We were too late to visit the inside of the Duomo so we continued on to Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II.
The galleria is a beautiful, ornate, domed enclosed shopping strip that was completed in 1877. It is a beautiful work of architecture. There were lots of cafes lining the outside of the galleria and we had our second westie sighting of our trip. He was obviously a little prince, and in true self-important westie form, sat perched proudly on his owner’s lap.
We also paid a visit to the bull at the Galleria. Tradition tells that if a person he puts his right heel on the bull’s genitals and turn on himself three times, it will bring him luck. We saw the bull with a massive gaping hole as his genitals and a small crowd waiting to have their turn at the bull.
Moving on to Teatro Alla Scala, I was rather disappointed to find a rather unassuming building. Maybe the magic of the opera house is on the inside. Perhaps on a return trip, we will try harder to get tickets for a show.
On our way out, we decided to stop by LV. I wanted to get mum a zippy organizer in damier ebene. However, I couldn’t resist having a look at the alma epi in black and when we learned about the price, we had to get it. Happy with our purchases we headed out as the store was closing.
By then, it was close to dinner time. Being a Sunday, pretty much everything was closed in Milan. We asked the hotel to recommend a restaurant for dinner that night and we were given two names. The streets of Milan were so quiet on a Sunday night that we were a bit wary of our surroundings as we walked towards the restaurant. People have warned us that the food in Milan is generally highly inflated and usually crappy, and they were not wrong. Our meal was so lacklustre that I didn’t even bother to note the restaurant’s name. During our meal, we were seated next to an American couple and we got to talking. They were headed to Venice after Milan so we were quick to recommend Bistrot de Venise to them. I even gave them the restaurant’s business card which I had been carrying around in my bag after our visit. After dinner, we took a leisurely stroll back to our hotel. The streets were rather deserted, a strange contrast to the teeming streets of Venice.