The Duomo. MonteNapoleone and Della Spiga. Great pizza. Classic universities. Neighbourhoods like Brera. Finding little trattorias where the menus aren’t translated. Learning how to say our room number in Italian — sei-cento-venti. Walking forever. Remembering the last time we were here. Maybe we were Italians in another life?
We are now about to leave Barcelona for Paris — so Milan is now but a memory. It was been a busy time (thus no blogs). I gave two lectures — one to the Italian Association of Landscape Architects about the Pacific Coast Collaborative and Vancouver’s Greenest City Initiative — and the second one to a class of 100 students — combo of graduate students from the University of Milan and undergrads from the Politecnic di Milano. All architecture, landscape architecture and planning want-to-be’s.
When I asked them at the end of the session how many of them were on twitter — the answer was only one. Perhaps twitter is a North American phenomena? More had face-book pages. They were an alert group given the fact that the room was boiling and muggy!
Took every chance to walk through the Galleria and the Duomo Plaza — such memorable spaces and often a short cut to where we wanted to go.
Always interested in transportation — to get to my meetings I used the Metro and the train system — didn’t have a chance to use the streetcars — but they are well used by the Milanese. And fun to see the old and the new side-by-side.