I’m Too Sexy For Milan

Michael and I flew out of Dublin on Easter Saturday bound for Italy.  The act of flying itself has become so mundane and with it the routine of going through security, boarding and disembarking that you rarely give it much thought.  It was therefore a shock when I experienced chronic ear pain during the flight, something that I hadn’t felt since I was a 12 year old flying domestic in Australia. The plane appeared to be badly pressurised with many people complaining, however I experienced very bad pain and pretty much the total loss of hearing in one ear for the next two days.  It wasn’t very pleasant and I hope that I won’t have to experience that again for another 40 years!

We landed in Milan, cleared customs and made our way onto the comfortable coach that would take us for the hour-long journey to the heart of the city.  The city is large with impressive buildings and beautiful parks, which we lost no time setting off to explore.

When we booked our trip, we were fully aware that we wouldn’t be able to do our usual “visit every attraction in sight” routine as, being Easter, a number of places would be closed or in use.  We had tried to obtain tickets to see the Last Supper at the Basilica di Santa Maria dell Grazie however they had sold out months in advance.  Michael and I decided to visit Milan anyway, to get a feel for the city, in the hope that we would one day return.  This meant that we spent a very relaxing couple of days just enjoying the city as it presented.

The main city square in Milan is the Piazza del Duomo, which is named after the magnificent cathedral dominating the square.  It is one of the largest cathedrals in the world and took over 600 years to complete. Naturally there were a number of religious services taking place throughout the day, so we were unable to visit the inside however we enjoyed walking around the outside of the pink and grey marble structure.  There was a heavy security presence around the cathedral, which was to be expected at such a significant monument attracting large crowds.

The Galleria Vittorio Emanuele is absolutely stunning.  It is a four-story double arcade full of designer boutiques and high-end shops. It is topped with a huge glass dome in the centre and there are four beautiful mosaics on the floor portraying the coats of arms of Turin, Florence, Rome and Milan.  We saw many people spinning around in one spot and discovered that they were spinning around with one heel on the genitals of the bull from the Turin coat of arms.

 
Apparently this act brings good luck (but not to the mosaic, as all the spinning has caused a hole to develop on the place of the bull’s genitals).  I expected to see many glamorous women walking about the fashion capital however, apart from one or two well-dressed ladies, most women were dressed for comfort not style.  The young men though, were very stylish indeed.  Almost without exception they appeared groomed to within an inch of their lives with impressive hairstyles and clad in the latest clothes.

On one of our walks around the city, we came across the impressive Sforza Castle.  It was built in the 15^thcentury and has been renovated and enlarged over the years and now houses several museums and art collections.  We didn’t enter the castle however, once again it was interesting just walking along the outside and perhaps we will have a chance to visit there in the future.

The weather was absolutely glorious for us – a very pleasant 18 degrees – and we took every opportunity that we could to enjoy our meals, coffees and drinks al fresco.  It was so nice to escape the freezing weather of Dublin and we could literally feel our bodies soaking up the sunshine.  The flowers and trees were in full bloom with magnolia trees everywhere covered with huge flowers.  We weren’t the only people fascinated with the magnolias – many people were taking photos and admiring them. 

Genoa by Night 

A quick and comfortable train journey took us to our next port of call, Genoa (Genova).  Michael had originally intended to do some diving here however, he changed his mind and we decided to visit the city anyway.  Our hotel was on the other side of the town away from the tourist area.  

Genoa is the capital of Liguria and is the sixth largest city in Italy and an important port on the Mediterranean.  Unfortunately the magnificent weather of Milan deserted us, and we spent the next couple of days exploring the city accompanied by an almost continual drizzle. It didn’t stop us although it did put a bit of a dampener on things (pardon the pun).  The old town is a maze of narrow alleyways with a number of large palaces along the way.  Many of the palaces date back to the late 16^thcentury and formed part of a system of public lodging, hosting notable guests on State visits.  Forty-two of the palaces are now part of a UNESCO World Heritage Site.  

We took a ride on the Zecca-Righi funicular, a 7 station journey of 1,428 metres up the slope of the Righi hill.  The funicular is part of the public transport system and we joined the commuters in a ride to the top.  The view was lovely and we had a little bit of a walk around before making the return journey. We probably would have walked down the hill had the weather been a little kinder.

It is hard to give an accurate picture of Genoa, as the weather meant that we really didn’t get to experience all that it had to offer.  It certainly doesn’t have the beauty of some of the other cities that we have visited however we felt safe and I am glad that we were able to experience a large port town.

    

  

  

  

Dublin Take Me

Finally, winter has passed – and what a winter it has been!  It was the first winter in Ireland where both Michael and I really felt the cold. We used to joke that spending two winters in Canada had damaged our cold receptors and we became immune to the cold, however it seems that was only a temporary reprieve.  First came the Beast from the East, which swept across the Russian Far East and the British Isles bringing heavy snowfalls to Ireland, including Dublin.  The snow was accompanied by huge winds and all of Dublin shut down for two days. All trains, trams and buses ceased and all shops closed.  Michael’s work closed and he had to work from home for two days.  We decided to pop to our local supermarket for a few last minute items before they closed and I have never seen anything like it – the queue stretched up and down each aisle with people buying everything they could get their hands on.  Shelves were literally stripped bare.  It was actually a little unsettling, as I had never experienced panic buying before. We returned home and settled in and watched the snow being blown horizontally by the fierce winds.  We ventured outside again when the storm had passed and it was lovely seeing the streets covered in the snow.  Two weeks after the Beast from the East we were hit with the Pest from the West.  This storm brought sub zero temperatures, sleet, frost and ice.  We then experienced a brief spell of warmer weather before the Mini Beast from the East hit (seriously, who comes up with these names?) Snow was once again accompanied by high winds and many events had to be cancelled, including the homecoming of the victorious Irish rugby team, who had won the 2018 Six Nations Championship.  Thankfully the predicted Beast from the East Mark 3, which was due to hit Ireland over Easter, is now going to spare us.  Spring must surely be around the corner!

Luckily the snow didn’t stop the St Patrick’s Day parade.  It was bitterly cold so Michael and I only stayed long enough to see some of the marching bands before finding a warm pub to have a glass of Guinness. It is always a fun day and it is interesting to see the effort that people put into dressing up for the occasion. 

Michael and I have joined the National Gallery of Ireland and have taken a tour and a talk, both of which were interesting. The Emil Nolde exhibition, Colour is Life, is currently showing.  Michael enjoyed the exhibition. I can’t say that I really appreciated the artworks however they were extremely colourful.  Michael has also joined the Whiskey Appreciation Society and enjoys their monthly meetings and tastings.  This is the same man that used to recoil in horror if someone gave him a bottle of whiskey for Christmas.  I guess his palate has matured!

 

We have kept up our swimming in the mornings throughout the winter, the only exception being when the temperature plunges below zero.  I am always nervous about slipping on the ice in the dark.  We were rewarded one morning on our way to the pool with the sight of an otter playing in the River Liffey.  I can’t tell you how happy that made me and even though I will probably never see him again, just the thought that there are otters swimming about the river makes me smile.  I have since found out that minks live in the river as well.

A London Thoroughfare

James and Amber invited Michael and I to celebrate our birthdays with them in London and we readily agreed.  I flew over alone in the morning with Michael following later that evening.  It was lovely to see them both again, although Amber was looking a little worse for wear with her leg in an enormous moon boot, courtesy of a bad fall when they were in the Dominican Republic.  Amber was working from home so James and I left her to it and we headed into the city to run some errands.  It was great to be back in London and I couldn’t get over how quiet the city seemed, even to the point of being able to travel comfortably on the tube in peak hour.  I know that tourists would avoid staying there in the winter, however it seems that half of the Londoners must head to warmer climes as well.

My arrival coincided with Burns Night and James and Amber had booked a Burns Supper for us at the Duke of Cambridge in Islington.  We had a fabulous night, enjoying a meal of Cullen Skink (mine without the fish), Haggis served with neeps and tatties, fruit pudding and of course, finishing with a wee dram.  A true kilt wearing Scotsman recited poetry with gusto, which was entertaining (even if we didn’t understand a word).  We did understand the poem To a Haggis, as this was accompanied by actions, such as the slashing of the knife.  We all toasted the Haggis at the end of his rendition.  It was such a fun night and it was a shame that Michael missed it.

We were up bright and early the next day as James, Michael and I were off to the Old Royal Naval College in Greenwich to see the Painted Hall.   Unfortunately, Amber had to work, although she most certainly would not have been able to manage the 70 steps up the scaffold.  I had already visited the restoration project back in August, however I was delighted to visit again to see the progress made.  We had a different tour guide this time, and he was absolutely passionate about the works being undertaken, and he delivered a very enthusiastic and informative tour.  It was a once in a lifetime experience, and I am so lucky to have experienced it twice now and it only makes me more determined to return and see the completed restoration.  James and Michael seemed to enjoy the experience as well, before heading to lunch at the nearby Meantime Brewery where they both enjoyed a tasting paddle of beers.

We took a walk along the Greenwich Tunnel to the other side of the Thames where we caught the DLR to Whitechapel to visit The Blind Beggar pub.  The pub was built in 1894 and was where William Booth, creator of the Salvation Army, gave his first sermon.  I would like to say that was the reason for our visit however we were there to see where Ronnie Kray, one half of the notorious Kray twins, murdered George Cornell in 1966.  The pub itself was a bit of a disappointment, as it has been renovated in generic fashion however there was a bit of memorabilia on the walls of the pub regarding the murder.  I don’t think that James could quite believe that I had dragged him to have a pint in a boozer made infamous by an East End gangster!

We also had a quick look at the Whitechapel Gallery, which showcases contemporary art.  Michael always likes visiting there however this visit took the biscuit as far as I was concerned.  First, we walked through an exhibition of string hanging from the ceiling, which was bad enough.  Then we visited another exhibition room where the main feature was an enormous inflatable sex toy.  I really do not understand modern art.

The next day, Michael and I walked along the canal to the Broadway Market where we met James and Amber.  We sat Amber down on one of the benches with some food and a coffee while we had a look around.  The market was as good as ever and remains one of my favourite London haunts.  We then dropped James and Amber home and Michael and I headed into Angel to enjoy Michael’s new hobby of shopping.  It is really nice seeing the inside of stores instead of just peering through the windows.  Michael purchased a really smart jacket and I didn’t even have to twist his arm to try it on.

Our birthday dinner that evening was at Trullo, an Italian restaurant named after the conical houses we had seen in Puglia. The only downside of an otherwise fabulous evening was discovering on our arrival that we were seated downstairs.  Amber stoically descended the very steep staircase with her crutch and I couldn’t help thinking of Michael’s mother breaking her leg two days before our wedding and confronting a staircase very similar to this at our reception.  We were seated in a very cosy booth in the cellar and enjoyed a fantastic evening of great food and wine. Happy Birthday to us! 

Sunday started with a hearty café breakfast and then, after depositing Amber back at their apartment to rest, James, Michael and I walked to the Barbican Centre Conservatory.  I had walked past the Barbican on just about every visit to London without knowing that such a garden existed.  The huge conservatory is only open on selected Sundays and is home to exotic fish and over 2,000 species of tropical plants and trees.  We thoroughly enjoyed walking about and admiring the view from the top of the centre. 

We took a short walk from the Barbican to the Museum of London, stopping along the way to see a piece of street art recently completed by Banksy.  We checked out a couple of exhibitions at the museum.  The first one was about the London 2012 Cauldron of the Olympic and Paralympic Games.  We were able to see the cauldron pieces up close and viewed displays explaining how the individual copper pieces were shaped and made.  The other exhibition was London Visions, which imagines what London will look like in the future.  James and Michael really enjoyed this one however I found it all a bit too dystopian and bleak. 

A brisk walk took us back home where we picked up Amber and headed out to the Smokehouse for lunch.  We were very lucky to secure a table as they had a late cancellation.  We enjoyed our roast dinner with all the trimmings and then it was time to say goodbye to Michael, as he had to fly home and return to work the next morning.  I remained behind to spend a few extra days with James before he takes up his new position.

James and Amber are members of the Natural History Museum so James was able to take me to see the Wildlife Photographer of the Year 2017 exhibition.  I was lucky enough to attend last year’s exhibition, which I really enjoyed, so I was particularly looking forward to this year’s viewing.  All of the photographs were stunning and it must be enormously difficult to choose a winner.  My favourite photograph was off a mother brown bear with a caught fish, and her two young cubs eying it hungrily.  James and I then lunched at Ceru, a restaurant serving Levant cuisine.  The food was delicious and I even tried a glass of Macedonian wine.  We finished with a quick walk to show James my favourite building in London – Michelin House.  I love the stained glass windows and decorative tiles on the building depicting famous racing cars. 

The next day was one of those perfect winter days, cool but with clear blue skies and virtually no wind.  James couldn’t have chosen a better day to take me to Hampstead Heath.  I have been there a few times before but never tire of the walk through the beautiful expanse of grass and trees.  We enjoyed the sunshine, eventually arriving at our destination of Kenwood House.  James and Amber had been there previously and thought that I might enjoy the house and gardens.  They were right!  The house dates from the early 17^th century and has been subsequently remodelled and extended.  Lord Iveagh (of the Guinness family) bequeathed it to the nation in 1927.  The paintings, which adorn the walls are from Lord Iveagh’s collection and are remarkable.  They include The Guitar Player by Vermeer, Self Portrait with Two Circles by Rembrandt and Portrait of Pieter van den Broeke by Hals as well as works by Gainsborough, Reynolds, van Dyck, Turner and Weenix among others.  It really is an extraordinary collection.  The house itself is very grand and we spent some time chatting to the knowledgeable volunteers positioned in each room.  We also strolled around the gardens where I was delighted to find the statue Two Piece Reclining Figure, No 5 by Henry Moore, Michael’s favourite sculptor.  I will have to take Michael to Kenwood House next time we visit London, as I just know that he would love it.  James and I finished with a pub lunch at The Garden Gate, which was a perfect end to a perfect day.

On my last day in London, I met James for lunch at The Quality Chop House in Clerkenwell.  The restaurant is beautiful having been built in 1869 and the Victorian décor is stunning.  The food was simply delicious and I have earmarked this restaurant for Michael for his next visit.  We then headed over to the main event for the day – The Postal Museum.  I had read about this newly opened museum and was very happy when James suggested a visit. 



The main thing that I wanted to do was to ride the Mail Rail.  This one hundred year old railway, in tunnels deep below the streets, was used to transport mail all over London.  A specially made miniature train now takes visitors through some of the network, stopping along the way at the station platforms to see audio-visual displays of what it was like to work there.  It was absolutely fascinating and I couldn’t help thinking that Michael’s dad would love it.  When the train journey finished, we crossed the road to the main postal museum, and there spent considerable time viewing the various exhibits.  James made me feel terribly old when I pointed out aerograms to him and he had no idea what they were!  It was a really interesting afternoon and a lovely way to end my trip to London.

It was sad saying goodbye to James and Amber this time, as I don’t know when I will see them again.  Hopefully it won’t be too long and by then Amber will be back on her feet.