Dolce et Gabbana est pro patria mori...
It seems that whilst perhaps no longer eager
to sacrifice their lives for their fatherland, the Milanese are
quite prepared to suffer ridicule and discomfort to perpetuate the
myth of their ground-breaking fashion status. Here you can
find street upon street of the most absurdly priced and generally
unwearable clothes, shoes, fashion accessories and all the trappings
of a trendy, but rather distracted city.
However, even in the midst of stratospheric
fashion, they are forced to suffer the indignity of the cancerous
presence of McDonalds in the very epicentre of their glorious
shopping mall, the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II, located with
supreme irony, right opposite a branch of Louis Vuitton. Now
whilst I am unlikely to enter such an establishment (LV that
is...actually neither), much less squander a month's salary on one
of their staggeringly over-priced handbags, it is a rather sad
blight even for passers by to endure the malodorous stench of cheap
fat fries overwhelming the subtle and comforting scent of leather.
On the positive side, in common with most
Italian cities, Milan is blessed with more than its fair share of
astonishing architecture, galleries, museums and one of the world's
most impressive Gothic cathedrals.