Monday, December 9, 2019

Milan and museums

I realize it's only 4:56 pm as I begin writing this. I had just finished showering—this, after more than 24 hours of air travel, walking, getting lost, and saying "grazie," one of the very few Italian words I know. When delivered with my faux Milano inflection and my genuine Filipino smile, "grazie" can do wonders. The Italians are a charming and gracious people who respond well to thanksgiving.

I am now about to sleep and skip dinner—most restaurants are closed on Sundays anyway, and I don't want to return to Duomo, in the city center, just for a meal. When I barged in a neighborhood trattoria, the beautiful lady bid me come, only to tell me that they were closed for the day. Sunday is extraordinarily quiet in Milan.

I realize that even for my standards, 4 pm is quite early. It is typical of Italian winters to have long nights and short days, apparently—a foreign concept to someone like me who has spent 99.9% of his life in the tropics where these things generally don't matter.

I flew a few days earlier to make good use of my weekend. The main reason for this European foray is to attend an immuno-oncology conference in Geneva, where Harold and I will be sharing the results of our study on pancreatic cancer. I will be meeting Harold in Switzerland on Tuesday where, he told me, it is already snowing. I'm grateful to have worked with him on a number of research projects, and I'm proud of him as a colleague and friend.

This morning I went to Duomo. It was beautiful the way Gothic cathedrals can impress with their intricate patterns and ambitious motives.

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Here is the panoramic view, best viewed through Flickr.


I went to museums. This was Leonardo da Vinci's sketch at the Biblioteca Ambrosiana.

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This was Rafael's cartoon, The School of Athens.

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I also visited Filippino Lippi's L'Annunciazone exhibit.

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The museum tour was in Italian, but I was surprised at myself that I could understand what was going on.

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I dropped by Galeria D'Italia along Piazza Scala to look at the Thorvaldsen sculptures and other artworks.

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I had an overload of artworks and paintings, so it amused me to hear Mariah Carey's "All I Want For Christmas Is You" in the background.

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Praise God for His goodness in bringing me to Italy this weekend!

1 comment:

  1. How's Italian coffee? Australia's strong coffee culture is from Italian migrants.

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