On yet another date to a cemetery, N and I visited the Cimitero Monumentale, known for the ornate and often gigantic burial monuments to the dead. I knew the Italians were pretty pious people, but daaaayyyuum! The massive mausoleums of all different architectural styles lined up next to each other make the place look like some sort of bizarre city that built itself without a city planner, based on the whims of each of the buildings’ residents. I guess that’s essentially what a cemetery is. But you’ve never seen anything like this, with one resident (or more likely their families) trying to outdo one another in height, size, artistic style or all of the above. Check out the photos and see for yourselves.
With our Schengen visa quickly approaching its deadline, we had to cut our foray into France short and make a quick exit into the Balkans via northern Italy. Milan happened to be a convenient stop on our way to Croatia, so we spent a few days in one of the fashion capitals of the world.
Frankly, Milan wasn’t my kind of city. Unlike the other tourists there, we weren’t there to stock up on name brand clothing and accessories. So we did what we do best: eat. We stuffed our faces with pizza, pasta, gelato and whatever else we could get our grubby hands on before being exiled to the Balkans for three months.
Snacks like the panzarotti and gelato were delicious, but we thought the restaurants generally sucked and were ridiculously expensive, so we opted to cook at our apartment. Always the reliable one to sniff out food, N found a fresh pasta shop near the apartment where we bought ravioli stuffed with different kinds of fillings. We had that with a cut of beef a neighborhood butcher recommended.