an hour to the south, and, after storing my luggage in the train station deposit office, I held on for dear life as a cab swerved through the crazy traffic to the main square and the Duomo (cathedral) with
nonstop commentary from the young driver in broken English.
When I arrived there was a huge metal stage being set up to the right
of the Duomo itself; stage lighting looming over it and stage hands swarming below. Apparently it was Milan Fashion Week! Great, swirling flocks of pigeons ruled the center of the square chased by giggling tourists.
The Duomo and the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele are the two main
attractions in Milan. The long entrance line moved pretty fast and soon
I was standing in the cool, dimness of a vast cathedral whose roof disappeared into the ether. A towering altarpiece marks the center and is topped by one of the tallest domes in Europe.
It is supposed to contain one of the nails from the original cross, marked by a red light.



Returning to the magestic train station I recovered my bags (for 4 euro fee!) and headed out to Rome...
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