With apologies to Virginia Wolfe--though she might have approved, since it's about temporal, rather than physical, space--I am luxuriating in the prospect of a day all to myself. No work that can't be put off comfortably (at least until tomorrow),...
More......
...no Christmas phone calls or dinners (though both pleasant),...
...shopping all done, gifts unwrapped and enjoyed...
...the rain and an incipient cold may help keep me at home, the idea for a present for a friend itching me to get out the sewing machine, oodles of fun books to read that have backed up over the months, "Downton Abbey" scheduled for this evening, and--I am so grateful--a quiet warm clean house with a full fridge in which to do it all, including writing to you. Missin' ya!
The rush of preceding days over, the city seemed almost ghostly.
Santa has come and gone.
There'll still be time to enjoy the lights in the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele,...
...the piazza of the Duomo...
...and the city's Christmas tree (in this year of austerity, offered freely to the city by a brand of watches).
Have you ever tried Campari, a traditional Milanese aperitif? It's a bit sweet and bitter, and better yet with a slice of fresh orange.
Maybe we could ring in the New Year over a glass in the historic cafè where the drink was invented.
Enjoy!
(All snaps are mine and are recent, shot for sharing Milan's holiday spirit with you for your personal non-commercial pleasure...Merry Christmas!)
1 comment:
I would love a day to relax at home all alone! I can't think of anything more indulgent.
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