Italiano Milano

I, Geraldine Lee, survived Milan without buying a single luxury item!

Oh the struggle!

How I shivered and trembled as I eyed the Prada bags.

The gnashing of teeth and biting of nails as I watched my colleague pose in front of the mirror, Prada bag on arm.

But I got through it…

Me Good Girl you know? *flash not-so-innocent grin*

Milan is a haven for luxury items. But its not pretty or scenic like Rome.

I had to fulfill my insatiable need to go sightseeing, so I gathered a bunch and planned a trip to Venice! *whee*

I honestly think if I wasn’t persistent, bugged everyone and bothered to be the one doing all the planning, no one would have attempted to go. The weather was partly to blame. It was freezing and constantly raining. Only crazy “siao on” me would still insist on going. But luck was our side. The weather suddenly made a turn for the better that very morning as we headed out. It was actually so darn HOT!

The sad bit was, we didn’t have all that much time. Walked straight to Saint Mark’s Square. On our way we spied the little canals, the colourful buildings, the bridges.. both the quaint little ones and the large majestic ones, just made the whole Venetian experience worth our while!

First Stop - Milan

The facade of the Duomo. A shame there was reconstruction going on.. but it still looked grand :)

The sunlight streaming through the stained glass and the roof was so breathtaking...



Even their shopping areas look so nice! Love the glass dome roof :)


*Gasp* Its Prada! *sobhicwail*
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Statue of Man on Horse - The Ultimate Pigeon Poop Magnet ;)
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And Off to Venice!

Trying to to look perky on the Metro at 6am in the morning.


And nothing like a good cup of Cappuccino to wake me up!
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Travelling on the Eurostar - We do it in style ;)


Gondolas! And no, I didnt get to ride in one. So yes, I have to go back to Venice and do it. ;p

Geri - The Gelato Monster. *lick*

I know its a mannequin, but I kept wondering if it might suddenly just turn around and go, "Boo." Crweepy.

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From the busy streets of Venice...

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To the quaint little canals and bridges. Siiggh.

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Masquerade! Haha.. I look like a goon. ;p

The candy cane striped barber pole - How typically Venetian!

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The pics speak for themselves. I swear Im ruining the scenery.

The Ponte di Rialto. One of the grand-er bridges in Venice. Pretty empty one minute...

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And so crowded the next!


Lunch time! Pizza On the Go!

Gondolas Gondolas Everywhere...

Piazza San Marco - St. Mark's Basicilica and the Bell Tower

Feeding Pigeons! It was a pretty strange feeling... but cool. Alittle like being attacked in Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds. hehehe...


Totally scratched up by those grubby little claws!

The facade of the Basilica. Fantastic artwork.

View from the top! St. Mark's Square from the top of the Basilica.

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St. Mark's Horses. Made entirely in Copper. Stolen by Napolean in 1797. Returned to Veniece in 1815. Cool...

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Artwork all gilded in gold...

*ringring* God? Are you there.. God?

All tuckered out!

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My last pic.. See if u can spy Alex (my GS) posing behind me on the bridge. hehehe..

And now what did people say about Italian men? Handsome? Great lovers? I wouldn’t know.. But unlucky me had to.. just HAD to catch one FAT, middle aged Italian man’s eye.

Now think of the following conversation with an Italian accent…

“Geraldine! Bella!” He exclaimed loudly in the cabin. He had obviously spied my name tag. I blinked at him in surprise.

“Geraldine is a European name.. you know?” He now whispered to me in what he thought was a sexy drawl.

“Is that so?” I replied, and smiled in amusement.

“You are so beautiful.. I cannot look at you. I must go to sleep.” Now at this point I started scanning his table and was looking for any alcoholic drinks. Spying a double scotch on the rocks, I got up and said, “Yes, you had better.”

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I fled.

Now every time I walked by, for the next 10 hours, he would call out, “Geraldine! Bella! Call me ok? Call me! (He had given me his number) Don’t break my heart…please…” I swear. If I could, I would have broken his neck. Not his heart.

He embarrassed me completely.

One Word - YUCK.