Milano, oh dear. Sizzling and buzzing. Stylish and glamorous people with their designer clothes. Labels, labels, labels where ever you rest your eyes. And then there is us with our old jeans and t-shirts.
We had serious window shopping in the Quadrilatero D’Oro (Golden Quad) – the Fashion Mecca around Via Monte Napoleone, that is. Moschino, Dolce&Gabbana, Victor&Rolf, Gucci… you name it. Sometimes we sneaked in like small gray mice and tried to camouflage – but how the hell you can do that with top models (seriously!) and all the rest of the shoppers in that area?
Not all the shops were scary, though. In Armani a nice lady gave us chocolate samples: only 22 euros per 4 pieces. Were good, but not mindblowing. Prada though… I have always had a deep deep love for designer shoes and handbags. My heart was crying bloody tears for Prada bag, even a small small one. That would have been worth the rest of the trip.
Of course, African origin boys were selling fake Prada items on the streets. But I kept myself strict: if I cant afford the real thing, I wont buy anything. Maybe people wouldnt have noticed, but I would have always known the truth and felt cheap.
One day, I will have my Prada. In a while, I will sneak perfumeries and spray Prada perfume on me. At least I can smell nice!
On that price, this water must be from the fountain of youth. This is Milano.
Maiku
